"It wasn't mine but it begged me to take it and that's what I did. You can't blame me since it was left behind in the middle of the road. I have nothing to that," I said to the policeman at the other side of the table.
It was clear he didn't believe me. He tried to solve the unexpected murder file dropped on his desk at the end of his working day within the next five minutes. He looked at the clock and his impatience grew.
"How about spending some nights here?"
"How about making a phone call?"
"Admit you did it and we all can go home. I mean I can go home. We know you won't for the next 25-30 years."
"Are you kidding me?"
I decided to keep my mouth shut till I had spoken to a lawyer. Someone willing to listen to what I had to say. Not that there was much to tell. The bag I took was left behind. It was empty as I found it. No message, no name or address. Since it looked too fancy to leave it behind with the bad weather coming our way I took it afterall it had been there for at least four days. The idea I would kill anyone for an empty handbag was the most ridiculous story I ever heard.
