Nevisandeh

The Confession

“well then Alex” Vinney said as he laid a large handgun on the table beside him, “I think it’s time for your confession”. Vinney’s eyes were fixed on the young man who was sitting on the opposite couch in front of him. Alex could almost see his reflection in them. Small and beady in the center of a large, bald face. Alex looked away at the bloody-beaten face of his friend, who was sitting hunched down on a large sofa at the back of the room, caught between two large unpleasant men, barely conscious. Well then, thought Alex, a confession is what he’s gonna get. He took a deep breath and started talking.