Twenty Years Later

by Charlie Donlea

“Let me try again,” Walt said. “Think of your best friend. If she were convicted of murder, would you believe she was guilty?” “Absolutely. She can be a vindictive bitch.” Walt laughed. “You’re not making this easy for me.”

“No, I was just doing what I was told to make sure no one was following me.” “And?” “How the hell am I supposed to know? I’m a goddamn interior decorator. This whole thing was sprung on me two days ago.”