The Golden Suspect
The envelope on the kitchen table was thick, the paper heavy with the weight of official disapproval. I sat down, the linoleum cold through the soles of my socks, and opened it. It was a rejection notice from the Department of Corrections. My alibi for the night of the murder of Marcus Vane was deemed "insufficient to warrant a retrial." I had served two years for a crime I did not commit. Now,...
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