[at the crime scene]
cop a: i swear to christ, he better not
cop b: easy. just let the man do his work
[i stand, all the clues taken in—considered, collated, weighed by the precision scales of deduction. the crime, as it happened, is as clear as day]
me: the killer was eight apples tall—
[groans, audible boos]
does it count as entrapment if you trick someone into walking past eight neatly-stacked apples
