The garda held out a photograph. ‘Would you like to tell us about this place, Darren?’
He glanced down at the photo. It showed him exiting an apartment block.
‘No.’
‘Trafficking and profiting from prostitution are serious offences. You’ll get several years in the clink.’
Darren tried to brush past the cop, but his path was blocked.
‘We know you’re just the handy man, Darren. That Kenny H owns the brothel and several others. We’re offering you witness protection if you’ll testify.’
‘Are you joking? He’d kill me and my family.’
‘Those are your choices, Darren, prison, death or protection.’
A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words
1 comment:
Oh, I could really see this as the start of a chapter in a novel, Rob. And you've caught the dilemma quite well here.
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