Crime Time Book Novels & Stories

he said, a hint of pride in his hoarse voice, as if he had won the lottery. A burning sensation filled my eyes as the cops handcuffed me, dragging me out into the street. “I didn’t do that! I’m innocent!” I cried, my voice filled with desperation, but they ignored me, their grip firm. Suddenly, Alice walked up to me, her face grim. For a moment, I stood still, staring into her eyes, my pupils speaking a million words. “I didn’t do it,” I begged her, but my words didn’t seem to melt her resolve. Without a word, she stepped closer. Before I could say anything more, she raised her hand, her palm brushing against my cheek, the sound echoing in the cold streets.