Suspect; Silent

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Mystery and Crime  |  House: Booksie Classic
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Submitted: July 31, 2008

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The light flickered on, swinging from side to side. The suspect blinked in the harsh light as the inspectors walked slowly in circles around him like hungry sharks.
“I don’t know about this.” said one. His face was as square as a brick, grey and with a brush-like moustache. He had pig-like sunken eyes, and cracked his knuckles as he looked at his partner.
“What do you mean, you don’t know? He’s the only witness, thus the only suspect.”
This man couldn’t have been more different. He had a beaky nose and a sallow, thin face with a yellow tinge. His coat hung off his bony frame like curtains over an open window.
“Look, Grint, this is the guy. He was up at 5, and he stays there all day, on that street corner. Just sitting there. A little suspicious, doncha think?”
The suspect sighed. He was thinking about what he had done today. His bucket was empty, and the only person who had passed by was a few joggers who sneered at his performance, and an old lady, weirdly enough, walking her cat. He remembered the days when his act was popular, when people would give an arm and a leg to catch a glimpse of him. Those were the times.
The thin one pulled Grint towards him. “We can make him talk. It won’t be that hard.”
“That hard? This guy is making his living off being shut up!” Grint muttered. “You must be a nutcase if you think a life’s work, his life’s work, is gonna break because we think he stole the money, Jickey.”
Jickey cleared his throat, and started to speak, despite Grint’s advice. “Look, we know you’re not exactly one to talk, Mr, but enough with the hush. We just wanna know where you were at 6:00am this morning. That’s all.”
The suspect scratched is head. He then started to move his hands in a strange direction his face highly expressive.
Grint chuckled. “See what I mean?”
Jickey shook his head, and slowly started to leave the room. “I was so sure we could get somethin’ outta him, Grint. I was so sure.”
“Don’t beat yourself up. It’s a mistake anyone could make.” He said leaving the room. But as he left he peeped around the door at the suspect.
“After all…Who could get a squeak outta a street mime?”


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