• behind bars •
Det. Dickson stares at me sharply across the seat, drumming his fingers on the surface of the table.
"Can I tell you a little short story?" He asks when the silence is too loud. "Once upon a time, there was a happy lovely couple in a happy lovely home. The couple gave birth to a bouncing baby boy. And the boy was me."
Why the hell is this arrogant-ass detective sharing his life story? The last thing I give a f**k about is his stupid life story. I wish he was never born.
He clears his throat and continues.
"Like every happy lovely home, things turned ugly and the home became hell. The real reason I became a detective is because of my parents. My mom killed my dad. She got arrested when the murder weapon was found in her purse with her fingerprints all over it. But she s
