This is the worst part.
Alfred looked unsuspecting, like he wouldn’t know a fly if it flew right into his ear, and he preferred to keep it that way.
Cops buzzed around the square. The sunrise illuminated their badges and reflected off their holstered guns.
“What about that guy?” A particularly robust cop jerked his thumb towards Alfred.
“Him? Nah, he didn’t see anything.” Alfred’s boss leaned closer to the officer. “He’s slow.”
Alfred was grateful for the excuse. Tomorrow morning there would be enough cash hidden at the drop off point to cover him for months.
Word Count: 100
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