Somethings Not Right

“So where’s the evidence…?” I ask.

“Right here chief, the suspect was caught on camera leaving the store at 10:24pm, 10 minutes after the crime was committed”

Shit, I think. I thought I avoided all the cameras and took all the necessary precautions when I left the store.

“Yeah but he, or she, is barely visible. This is weak evidence, how are we supposed to get anywhere with this?!?” I demand, feigning anger in an attempt to cover up my guilt.

I knew it was wrong to murder that cashier but something inside of me just snapped when he called me “faggot” to my face, it’s not like I hadn’t heard it a million times. Being one of the only gay men, AND the chief detective in a small town in Arkansas made me a pretty easy target for the homophobic community around here.

I knew it was like every other encounter and I should just ignore it like every other time. But something was different, something about the way he sneered at me like he thought I would throw myself at him made me infuriated. So I snapped. I pulled out my gun from my waistband and POW. He was dead in a matter of seconds and after erasing, what I thought was all of the camera footage, I hurried out of the grocery store and back home.

“No I think I see who it is perfectly clear…” Stewart replied, giving me a hesitant look.

“There’s no way, who do you think it is then, old pal” I reply, hoping the old endearment will make him say anything but my name.

“It’s you. I’d know that walk anywhere.” Stewart responds with an obvious quake in his voice. I can tell he’s scared of me and what I might do to him.

BOOM. The sound of my gun ricochets through the small room as I shoot him straight through the head. Immediately I regret my decision and know I’ll be locked up for life. Not to mention the new town gossip. The local gay detective found covered in blood after killing his partner and a store worker. Wow, what a headline