The Crime Of Being Small Novels & Stories

The man hurriedly scribbled a few more notes on the paper before finally raising it from the desk. “I shall call someone to properly attend to you while informing them of the information you have provided.” “Good.” Rey would be lying if he said his heart wasn’t racing. ‘I’m not going to get in trouble, right?’ He had heard a lot of unsavory things about Black Markets—including how tons of deaths happened there. Without the protection of mainstream laws, he and Noah were exposed, especially if they crossed someone powerful in this underworld. ‘I’ve never fatally harmed a human, talkless of killing them.’

“When you said about outside the cities after dark?” “More and more cities are becoming like this, ones where the police have no control. Here if it’s small petty things they deal with it, but for the most, bigger things, we deal with it because they can’t kill a man for murdering his wife, we can.” I nod and listen.

How did you explain criminal law to a being who could call hacking a "message" I sank to the floor, clutching my head in despair. Malcolm crouched down next to me and poked my arm with his finger. "You upset?" he asked. I looked up at that handsome face that had absolutely no sense of how the world worked, and felt a wave of helplessness. "I'm not upset," I said softly. "I'm scared. Malcolm, the world we live in has rules. You can't just do whatever you want." "Rules?" He repeated the word, as if he were testing it, and a faint light flickered in his blue eyes. "Like the kind the Frost family used to bully you?"

The one in the center was ornery, staring at me like I was the one on trial. I stared back at them, my cheek propped against my closed knuckles, looking at them like the vermin that they were. “On Tuesday evening, you attempted to rob Silencio with machetes—and threatened a girl behind the counter.” The crime was petty compared to most criminals I dealt with, but no one was above the law. “You know the law—Homines ex codice.” “I didn’t hurt her.” The one in the center had a face now that his mask had been stripped away. He was a young man, probably someone who just needed to get by and had decided to steal from the rich.

I accepted it silently. He waited until I'd taken a sip before speaking. “First, being fat isn't a crime according to law.” His voice was calm. “People commit fraud, assaults, ruin other people's lives, and somehow… they still have the confidence to walk around as though they're the victims.” He folded his arms. “So no, your body isn't the problem, Ellie.” Zack added after a pause. “Secondly, stealing an artist's work and body-shaming an employee are two completely different crimes.

I snorted. "I trip up cocky bastards like you all the time," John sat on the table, hovering above me. "You think you've got all the angles covered. You don't, Mr. Nyilas. People like you take things for granted, screw up and then you are all turning on each other like rats." "Ugh," I sighed. "Fine, Brainiac, what am I doing wrong? To clarify the question for you, what crime am I involved with that makes me a criminal, a terrorist, or a criminal terrorist?"

I “We’d established the apartment was thrashed but your honor,” I turned and faced my client. “It is obvious that my client is rash and impulsive but even with that she doesn’t have a criminal record. She works in a bar and feeds her family. A simple life. Her mother is currently sick. She is just a simple citizen that happened to be caught up in a spectacle. Does her working in a bar suddenly make her a threat to other citizens? No. Because a person work doesn’t determine who a person is. Just because she served in a bar doesn’t mean she poses harm to anyone. She was simply doing her best to survive rather than steal, sell drugs and among others.”

Even if he wasn't the criminal, he was recognized by the state. Her eyes fell on the file beside her. This useless case that she had been assigned. She was to catch King Chain. He was the leader of a small-time gang around the city. He hardly took or made any major hits and as far as she knew, he wasn't embroiled with any of this cartel shit. This case was just a waste of her time and she hated how much time she had to waste on it. When she arrived back home, she almost forgot the file in her car until she was a few steps away and remembered.

The crime architect hadn’t just built the crime, he had demolished the evidence. Clinton suggested that they go solo on the case- no lawyers, no official channels, and no paper trail that could alert the wrong people. According to him, the truth they were looking for wouldn’t be found in court records or legal archives. It would be buried in plain sight, scattered across old newspaper pages and forgotten television reports from that period. If there were inconsistencies, that was where they would surface.

Henare said, confirming what we already knew, but it had to be said. "No," Dominic said shaking his head as he took another look at the blood work before adding. "It is a criminal matter under pack law. A serious one. Serious enough that it is punishable by death" The room was quiet as the d-word dwelled on us heavily. I thought about how desperate someone must be, in order to do something this risky, just to get what? Validation? Love? Power? Shaking my head, I could not understand it but then again, understanding those kinds of vile people needed a different kind of reasoning they used and not the normal one,