The Amateur

As I climbed into the driver's seat, I heard a click from the passenger window.

Detective Murphy was leaning in the window, his gun resting on the doorframe, aimed at my head.

We considered each other for a long time.

"You must have thought I was a complete idiot," he said, opening the door of the car, keeping the gun aimed at me. He slid into the passenger seat.

"O'Toole had you pegged from the beginning," he said. "'This guy wants to get caught.', that's what he said. And you just kept it up, wouldn't let it rest, and didn't think I'd see the breadcrumbs. Hell, you were putting up billboards."

I looked around the parking lot. There was no one else there. No police cars screaming up, no sirens, no uniforms.

"So what happens now? I asked.

"Shut up and drive." he said. "Easy, like you're going to church."