He should have let her scream herself dry. But, the kind of fool he is, he’s got to play his role, just like he did flashing the money. Ends up banging her around pretty hard.

He’s not even a few blocks away when she goes 911 on him. They pick him up right on the street. Once they tell him what he’s being pinched for, he doesn’t say a word.

This guy figures, they arraign him in the morning, he takes whatever they’re offering. What’s he looking at… thirty days and some anger-management class?

But he’s only in a few hours when the girlfriend waltzes in and tells the cops she’s decided not to press charges. Stupid broad, she thought it was her case. When they tell her it’s not up to her, she loses it again. By the time she’s done running her mouth, they’ve got enough probable cause to take her home and have a look around. That was all it took.

I’ll say this for that guy: maybe he played big-shot, but he paid for doing it, and he didn’t ask anyone he ever worked with to split the tab.

When a whole crew gets pulled in at the same time, the first thing they do is cut you off from the other guys. There’s all kinds of ways to do that.

But these cops hadn’t even mentioned the job, much less any of my partners on it.

When they left me alone in the interrogation room-a lot of them try that-I had plenty of time to think.

So, when they finally came back in, I thought I’d try that same trick myself, dividing them up.

“Those other guys, they watch too much TV,” I said to the older cop.

“Is that right?”

“They found my DNA?” I said, making a joke of it. I knew these cops must have been watching while the sex-crimes buffoons took the first crack at me.