“Do you have an alibi for last Tuesday at 10 pm?” Detective Fred Morrisey asked the man sitting across the table from him in the interrogation room.
“Lemme see,” Ronald said. “Tuesday at 10 pm, you say?” Morrisey nodded. “Oh yeah, I was moving.”
“Moving? Moving what?” Morrisey asked.
“My clothes and belongings,” Ronald said.
“You were moving clothes and belongings at 10 o’clock at night?”
“Can anyone vouch for you!” Morrisey asked.
“No, I was alone,” Ronald said. “S’why I was still at it that late.”
Ron Hayden, Morrisey’s partner, handed Fred a piece of paper.
“Says here, Ronald,” Morrisey said, “that your address is 506 19th Avenue, unit 2B. Is that your old address or your new address?”
“New,” Ronald said. He began to visibly sweat.
“That’s interesting,” Morrisey said, “because we executed a search warrant on that address and it seems all of your stuff is still there and your landlord said you’ve been there for almost six months.”
“Oh wait,” Ronald said. “I meant that was my old address, before I moved, you know. Sorry. I’m nervous and you’ve got me all confused.”
“Listen carefully, Ronald,” Morrisey said. “Here’s the deal. If you tell me who hired you to assault the victim, I’ll tell the D.A. that you cooperated, and he’ll take that into consideration when pressing charges. But this is a one time offer, Ronald. If you don’t cooperate, you’re toast.”
Ronald brightened up. “I am hungry,” he said. “Toast would be good, but if you can get me some French toast,” that would be even better.”
Written for these daily prompts from yestersay: Word of the Day Challenge (alibi), Ragtag Daily Prompt (moving), Fandango’s One Word Challenge (anxiety/offer), Your Daily Word Prompt (dubitable), and My Vivid Blog (French toast).