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- I want to report a murder..!!
He'll answer, struggling to make his voice clear..His throat is now dry like desert
sands, and he wasn't expecting to be that nervous, but the situation itself made
him feel uneasy.. He'll struggle to continue his confession, before he loses his
courage.. He sees the waiters passing by him, uncaring, on their way to the
kitchen to get their orders..
- ... a hit and run..
The sound of the guy will start to seem interested.. He'll ask calmly:
- Can you tell who the victim is..?
- No... I don't know him.. I was on the other side of the road when I saw it
accidentally, in Emad Eldin Street, downtown.. But I saw the driver, and she is
sitting now in café Bianca near the opera house.. Hurry if you want to catch
her.. She's a thin blonde girl wearing white dress with red sleeves..
Then he'll put the phone down nervously,
(To give them the impression of seriousness of the situation and make them
move fast..)
feeling some guilt for telling on someone, but he soon tells himself that it's not a
sin, it's just turning a killer into justice, or else the killer of that guy will go free
unharmed to do it again and again.. He'll repeat this in his head several times,
taking deep breaths to get rid of his nervousness.. After that he'll go out,
thanking the smiling guy behind the counter, before returning to his table
innocently, pretending he didn't do anything to be guilty about..
And if he was just another bastard, he will go straight to the blonde, to ask her
directly for the price of his silence.. Some of her money as an example, or her
nice body..!!