The detective stood patiently waiting in the cold rain. As the train pulled up to the platform, he flicked his cigarette aside.
But he knew, as soon as he saw the cop who was escorting the prisoner get off the train alone, that the bastard he’d been pursuing had foiled him again.
Written for this week’s Twittering Tales prompt from Kat Myrman. Photo credit: Pexel2013 at Pixabay.com.