Cedrick Mitchell had worked it through in his mind. “Man,” he said, “I just want my piece back. I’ll give you forty dollars for it?”
The guy holding the hotel-room door open giving him that smirk said, “You want us to sell your gun back to you?”
“Yeah, that’s about it.”
“You shitting me. You just tried to use it on us.”
Mitchell stood there a moment adjusting his jacket watching the guy’s partner come out the bathroom holding the SIG.22 in her hands. The one he’d dropped when he tried to rob them of their pills ten minutes before.
By Vincent Holland
Inspired by the case of Cedrick Mitchell – www.huffingtonpost.com