“You’re not serious, right?” Bernie asked the federal agent. “This place is a total dump. You gotta find me someplace else, someplace decent.”
“Sorry, Bernie, but this is what you get, at least until after the trial,” the agent said.
“You call this witness protection?” Bernie objected. “This is not much better than being in jail, for crissakes. You want me to testify, you need to do better than this shithole.”
“Relax,” the agent said. “It’s only for a few weeks. Then you’ll have an entirely new identify and we’ll relocate you. But if you’d rather go back to prison….”
Written for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers prompt. Photo credit: Roger Bultot.