Brayden S

Sean King

Georgia Crossland

English

Did Walter Jacobs die on March 11th, 1983, at 9PM? Yes. Did I kill him? No. But for some reason people think I did. My fingerprints were somehow found near the crime scene while I was bickering with my wife about who was going to pay the next heating and internet bills.

Of course my Tandy Housekeeper 2000 can verify I was at home. And the route tapes on my self-driving Lincoln Towncar show I went nowhere near the scene of the crime. Anyone with a Sears plasti-print could manufacture false fingerprints.

Detective Inspector Jones looked up through his dark sunglasses and exhaled. "Son, you have to understand, I have a job to do." The silence that ensued between the two men was lengthy. Two people, two hearts, two minds, one crime. False fingerprints or not, someone was going down

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