Where were you on the night of December 15, 2018?
“amazing. it’s taken you weeks to figure it as foul play and now you come to me? is this department run by monkeys stood on each others shoulders? god, whatever. i was fucking your wife, probably.”
“ah, developing some photos and having a cuppa. trust me, if i did ‘im, we wouldn’t be talkin’ right now… joking.”
“you know, watching baseball, surely. eating mcdonalds, saluting the flag. not tending to a little bud plant. no, sir.”












