Feelin' Guilty

"Feelin' guilty, are we?" Flack asked the young boy leaning on the counter in front of him. He'd been called in to the convenience store to bring the teen in for questioning about a robbery that had taken place a half hour earlier.

The boy, Jake, had yet to speak and wore an expression that could only be one of guilt.

Flack rolled his eyes. "No, I got nowhere to be. If you don't answer my questions this'll be a long night for the both of us. Or you can talk fast and get it over with."


Flack sighed.