The Case

 I’m just a P.I. and my cop friend is only trying to save me. The woman was found dead just outside my cabin on a crisp morning. Months we’ve tried to find the evidence of who was framing me, no luck. My phone rings and I pick up, “hello…Okay, the town center, bench by the fountain.”

The short walk there gave me hope. 

I saw him sitting there, his eyes met mine. He stood to greet me smiling. “Ben, here.” He said handing me an envelope. “The results of yesterday's DNA test.”

“Thanks,” I took it and opened it.

I smiled when I looked back at him.

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