Thirty-Two – I am InvisibleLight blinding me, I froze in position!
Instant panic welled within me. I was kneeling over the w***e, I held a bloody knife in my right hand and her filthy womb in my left. I couldn't move; didn't know if I should or if I was better off remaining perfectly still. The light held me. I was copped!
I waited for the whistle. Waited for the shout. Waited on my knees with blood, bits, and the murder weapon in trembling hand. I waited… until it dawned the light had ceased its advance. It wobbled and slid slightly to my left. I stared hard and, behind the beam, saw the silhouette of the cop holding lantern – looking the other way, over his shoulder, toward Duke Street. He'd laid the beam on me but hadn't bothered to follow it with his eyes.
With his attention elsewhe
