“Here you go Captain. Still don’t know why you want ‘em.” Lieutenant Andersen said, throwing a thick manila folder down on the table.
“Thanks Maria. They’ll help this case out a lot.” Captain Dwight replied, grabbing the folder off the table.
“We already got our man. Why the folder?” The curly-haired woman asked, hands on her blue hip.
“………I think some of these cases are related.” Dwight said, rubbing his dark brow. “All I have to do is prove it.”
The lieutenant laughed with a smile on her face. “Good luck with that. I’ll be working the Peterson case.”
“Hopefully I won’t need it.” The Captain said, standing up and walking off with the thick folder in his hands.
“Devin Ray.” Dwight said, dropping the folder on the table and dragging a chair up to the table. “Or would you prefer Renegade?”
“………Either one is good.” The boy said with a smile across his face.
“Fine. Where’s the money?” Dwight asked.
“……Where’s my jacket?” Devin asked. The boy was missing his black jacket, dressed simply in black jeans and a white t-shirt.
“Stop playing around. You know how much trouble you’re in?” The senior police officer asked, rubbing his forehead.
“Not really. Can I have my jacket back?”
“………Just tell me where you stashed the money. You’ll get less of a sentence if you just confess.”
“Confess to what?”
“Look kid, we got the Hippie, Ali, and a bunch other witnesses who all can testify that you were there.”
“Where?”
Dwight flipped the folder open and threw three packets of papers down on the table. “Las Vegas, three months ago. Ringing any bells?”
“No clue what you’re talking about.”
“The Three Palms Casino and Hotel was robbed by, according to sources, a figure dressed in black jeans and a white shirt. Anything now?”
“Nope.”
“ Phoenix, Arizona. Sammy’s Liquor was robbed by a figure in jeans. Held a guy to a Mr. Sammy Burgerious’s head and demanded cash in a bag.”
“Awesome.”
“Next. Albuquerque, New Mexico. Danny’s home cooking diner was robbed by, once again, a figure in jeans. Witnesses reported the figure rode about twenty feet on an old motorcycle before the motorcycle gave out and he then pushed it away into the sunset.”
“Sounds cool.”
“Don’t **** me kid. I know that you were behind all of these. You were caught pushing an old motorcycle away from a robbery scene. A dirty hippie, after waking up, positively identified you from a line up. Just tell me where the money is!” Dwight stormed.
“Why don’t you ask the hippie? He did, after all, rob the place first.”
“Damn it! Stop playing! I have bigger issues than this **** to deal with!”
“Captain Dwight, can I see you outside for a minute?” Lieutenant Andersen asked, peeking her head inside the room for a minute.
“………Sure.” Dwight replied calmly, stepping up and moving to the door. “You better be ready to talk when I get back.”
“What the………?” Captian Dwight yelled, walking back into the interrogation room. “Where the hell is he?!” The room was empty, except for the table and a pair of chairs.
Outside Austin, smoke was slowly rising to the sky. In a completely deserted area a fire was burning. The remains of a manila folder can be seen from the middle of the flame. The fire burned slowly, erasing all evidence as time passed.
Some two miles down the road, Renegade was walking along the highway. Slowly flipping the top of a lighter up and down, the boy wore a smile. Although he still wore the white t-shirt, a black jacket can be seen lying over his shoulder. With a dangerous grin plastered on his face the boy slowly walked on, headed to nowhere.