The House Of The Fallen


And then the cops came. Because they had to come and do the things they have to do. Actually, they were trying to be nice about this.

I just settled in by my reserved rear table at Wendy’s, as I did every day when the library closed either at six or nine in the evening. It was just past six, I already had my computer set up and waited for the boot when the alpha cop walked in. Casual, easy going. He was a normal looking guy with no threat in his posture. But I knew what was coming; it had to come one day and this was the day. I met him halfway in the room and called my line: “you are aware that you can’t do your business in the restaurant”?  He knew. “So, would you mind coming outside for a moment, we’d like to talk to you” – said Alpha. I didn’t mind. And I knew that something has come to an end.


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