The Wrong Mr Calloway
Years of lies dissolving in a single morning.
An officer spoke into his radio. “We have movement.” Everyone turned as Victor stepped through the rear entrance, and the moment he saw the police, he froze. For the first time since I’d known him, he looked genuinely surprised. His eyes moved from the officers to the journalist.
“You.”
“I told the truth,” the journalist said.
Victor laughed once, hollow. “So that’s how it ends.”
“Victor Hale,” the lead investigator said, stepping forward. “You are under arrest.”