The Witness

"Barry, Barry Jackson?" Said Detective Washington-Smith, as her eyes calculated. When they said Barry, who could have thought?

"Long time, no see," Barry stood, inserting his hands into his pockets and stretching his back, yawning.

"Yeah, you live here now?" She looked at the depressing building, comparing it to his previous mansion. "When did you get out?"

"About a year and three months ago. What brings you here so early in the morning?" Barry asked, looking towards his neighbours house. Barry had noticed the nosy neighbours watching them intently.

"Oh yeah, I was here last evening. I spoke to your wife. I had to come back so I can talk to you about the robbery at the grocery store, and get your version and signed statements."

"Oh! The robbery, almost forgot about that," Barry recollected. What was he going to tell this woman, his mind ran wild.