I stared down at the little boy as he scurried out. Depending on how this goes, I may have to silence him, I thought.
"How did you find me? You saw the video too?" I came clean.
"That gun, the service weapon with the serial number scratched. We ran it, got an Umbrage to help. Came back with your name on it. Ironically, the same day you showed up. So I did a little more digging, and...here we are. Coup ain't no eight-year-old girl neither."
"I'm innocent."
"Does a cat s**t in the woods?"
"...what? I guess I don't know."
"That's my answer to your innocent speech. I don't know, don't care either. You here now. That full boat is gonna have some rough waves. We're going to let you sleep, though. Rest up to get the s**t beaten out of you. Try dreaming of something nice."
Drifting
