A Fetch
“DO YOU KNOW THIS MAN?” An investigator with thinning brown hair and thick glasses pushed a picture towards Eldred where he sat on an uncomfortable plastic chair in an interrogation room at the police station.
The photo was of a dark-haired man who gave the camera a sharp stare.
“No, I’ve never seen him before.”
The investigator shuffled some papers around. “Are you sure? Look carefully.”
“I’m sure.” Eldred crossed his arms over his chest. He was f*****g hungry. They hadn’t given him anything to eat since they got here hours ago and he was starting to get extremely annoyed. No one had told him what he was doing here. Everyone gave him sideways glances and then looked through their papers.
“Perhaps the name Ryan Johnson helps you remember?”
“I don’t know any Ryans, sorry.” A
