“We’ve got you dead to rights,” the first detective said.
“So you might as well confess because we’ve got the goods on you, pal,” the second detective added.
“What are you talking about?” I asked. “Why am I here? What are you accusing me of.”
“Oh, playing it coy, are you?” detective one said. “We got a search warrant and found the body in your basement.”
“The body?” I asked. “What body? And what’s the deal with a search warrant?”
“We got a call from your neighbor and she said she saw you drag a body into your house last night,” detective two said.
“You mean old Mrs. Higgenbotham?” I asked. “First of all, she’s blind as a bat. Second of all….”
“We saw the damn body, pal,” detective one interrupted.
“The guy’s face was a mess and you put a plastic bag over his head,” detective two said. “Probably death by asphyxiation.”
I couldn’t help myself. I started laughing. “Listen, my job is to design window displays for the local department store. What I dragged into my house last night was a plaster mannequin that I need to repair. Detective one’s cellphone rang. “It’s the medical examiner,” he said to detective two. Then, talking into the phone, he said, “Yes, Doc, I see. Yes, I’m sorry for wasting your time, Doc.”
Then he looked at me and said, “You’re free to go.”