“I hereby sentence Linda Martil to 20 years in prison.”

Apr. '24

“It’s good to see you, Macy. How have you been?”
“Better. I’m still, you know, kind of shaken up from the whole thing.”
“Figures. You doing ok at the new school?”
“Yeah, it’s awesome! I’m really glad we moved. I get to work at this super cool diner with my friends…Don’t worry, there’s no messy shenanigans going on there.”
“Ha. That Martil…I mean hiring a teenager to do your dirty work so you won’t get caught? Did she really think that would work?”
“Mhm…only…I don’t think she was the one who hired me.”
“Wait, what?”
“Yeah…It was this guy named Ferren Johnson. I just assumed he was in on it with Martil and that’s why she used his last name.”
“Oh.”
“Probably doesn’t mean anything though, right?”
“R-right. Anyways, I’ve got to go. See you later, Macy.”
“Later, Detective Marz.”
“Please, call me Raya.