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“I did it.”
“Good, did anyone see you?”
“I don’t think so, it was behind a church.”
“Good, good and the evidence?”
“Gone, behind the dumpster never to be seen again.”
“Great work. I have another job for you just like this one in California. Are you up for it?”
“It would be my pleasure.”
Rico slowly walked down the streets of Nevada heading back towards his house. He walked in through the front door only to find his mother who looked infuriated!
“RICO ANLIJANDRO GUADALUPE!! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN!?!” Screamed his mother. “It’s almost after seven and you know dinner is on the table by 6:00!”
“I was at Joey’s.” Rico replied quietly. “He asked for help with his math homework, so I stayed at his house a little later. Sorry.”
“I’ll let you off this time Rico, but next time YOUR GROUNDED! Do you understand?” Hollered Rico’s mom.
After getting everything settled with his mother, Rico stomped up the cracked wooden stairs and locked himself in his room. He couldn’t help to think about what he had done that night instead of going home for dinner. He couldn’t decide if it was something he wanted to continue doing, or if it was something that happened only once, and never again. Rico then dozed off to sleep with confused thoughts.
The next morning Rico was woken up by a phone call.
“Hello?” Rico’s voice cracked as he tried to clear his throat.
“Rico it’s Joey. Are you still down to come to Cali?”
Rico hesitated “I don’t know man.”
“Why not?” Joey asked with concern. “You did such a good job last night.”
“Hmm. I did, didn’t I?” Said Rico with building confidence. “Well... yeah! Why not, I’ll go.”
Joey quickly got dressed in an old, dirty gray Tee, with a big mustard stain on the top right pocket, and a pair of jeans with a two holes in the knees.
“Mom I’m going over to Joey’s again, okay?”
“Fine Rico, just be home on time please?!” His mom said stressfully.
Rico replied with sincerity. “I Promise mom.”
As Rico walked to open the front door, he was stopped by an unexpected visitor. Right before his eyes was State Trooper. Rico froze with fear.
“Can I help you officer?” As he starts to sweat.
“Yes actually. Yes you can. You see…Rico… the local police have discovered a body behind the church dumpster. Would you happen to know anything about that? The officer questioned.
Rico was silent and shaking in his shoes.
After taking a deep breath the officer said, “Okay. Well young man if you could put your hands behind your back please.
Rico went ballistic. “I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING! I SWEAR! I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING!!”
Rico’s mother couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She broke down into tears.
“Rico would never do anything like this officer! There must be some kind of mistake!” Said Rico’s mom.
The officer replied with disappointment. “I’m sorry Miss but we found you son’s fingerprints all over the victim’s body. Since Rico has been arrested before, we already have his prints in the system. Your son murdered Takeesha Naphaan.