FAKE Triple Drabble: Weak Alibi
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badly_knittedTitle: Weak Alibi
Fandom: FAKE
Author:
badly_knittedCharacters: Dee, OMC, Ryo.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 505: Weak at
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drabble_zone.Setting: After the manga.
Summary: Not everyone can have a good alibi when they need one.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Triple drabble.
“So.” Dee leaned forward across the interrogation room table. “Tell me, Ricky… Do ya mind me callin’ ya Ricky?”
The suspect shrugged. “It’s my name.”
“That’s what I thought. So, where were ya last Friday night between nine and midnight?”
“Friday?” Ricky shook his head. “I clocked off work just after seven-thirty, took the subway home, the nearest station’s about three blocks from my buildin’. Picked up takeout at the Indian place on the corner… Didn’t check the time, but I would’a been home by around eight-thirty. Didn’t have any plans, and it’d been a long day, so I stayed home, ate my dinner, and spent the rest of the evening watchin’ TV with my cat. Turned in around eleven.”
“Can anyone corroborate that? You see anyone on your way home?”
“Only the folks at the takeaway place.”
“That’s a pretty weak alibi,” Ryo said from where he was leaning against the wall beside the door.
“Yeah, well, if I’d known I was gonna need an alibi, I would’a gone out and made sure I was seen, but since I didn’t know somebody was gonna off that loser…” Ricky trailed off. “I hated Frankie Quinlan, but I didn’t kill him.”
OoOoO
“What d’ya think?” Dee asked as he and Ryo settled at their desks. They could hold their suspect for a while longer without charge, but then they’d have to let him go. “That’s one of the weakest alibis I’ve heard in a while.”
“I know.” Ryo rested one elbow on his desk, chin in hand. “But I’m inclined to believe him.”
“Ricky’s got a record, and every reason to hate Quinlan.”
“A few opportunistic burglaries, nothing violent, and he’s maybe five-seven. Quinlan was six-two. Ricky wouldn’t have the strength.”
“So we cut him loose?”
Ryo nodded. “We’ve got other suspects.”
The End
The suspect shrugged. “It’s my name.”
“That’s what I thought. So, where were ya last Friday night between nine and midnight?”
“Friday?” Ricky shook his head. “I clocked off work just after seven-thirty, took the subway home, the nearest station’s about three blocks from my buildin’. Picked up takeout at the Indian place on the corner… Didn’t check the time, but I would’a been home by around eight-thirty. Didn’t have any plans, and it’d been a long day, so I stayed home, ate my dinner, and spent the rest of the evening watchin’ TV with my cat. Turned in around eleven.”
“Can anyone corroborate that? You see anyone on your way home?”
“Only the folks at the takeaway place.”
“That’s a pretty weak alibi,” Ryo said from where he was leaning against the wall beside the door.
“Yeah, well, if I’d known I was gonna need an alibi, I would’a gone out and made sure I was seen, but since I didn’t know somebody was gonna off that loser…” Ricky trailed off. “I hated Frankie Quinlan, but I didn’t kill him.”
OoOoO
“What d’ya think?” Dee asked as he and Ryo settled at their desks. They could hold their suspect for a while longer without charge, but then they’d have to let him go. “That’s one of the weakest alibis I’ve heard in a while.”
“I know.” Ryo rested one elbow on his desk, chin in hand. “But I’m inclined to believe him.”
“Ricky’s got a record, and every reason to hate Quinlan.”
“A few opportunistic burglaries, nothing violent, and he’s maybe five-seven. Quinlan was six-two. Ricky wouldn’t have the strength.”
“So we cut him loose?”
Ryo nodded. “We’ve got other suspects.”
The End
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