“Clarence, Clarence…Clarence!” barked Charlie. “Look at me!”
Clarence responded obediently and robotically. His eyes were red and bloodshot. He had been unable to wipe his nose and a sheen of snot covered the space over his upper lip. “What’s going to happen to me?” he asked no one in particular, in a quiet trembling voice.
“That is entirely up to you m’boy. It depends on how well you can pull yourself together here and tell me about your friend in jail last night,” said Charlie in a serious voice.
“What friend?” asked Clarence.
“The guy you told me about. The one who killed a cop, Clarence,” Susan interrupted. [Read more…]