Shot to impress

Shot to impress

Rich­mond Principe was begin­ning to realise that some things were bet­ter left undone, or not done at all. The bul­let, a .22-​calibre, had hit his chest at close range and exited through his back. “I don’t know the guy who shot me,” he said.

That right… You think you could try to remem­ber a few weeks back?”

Rich­mond gave the offi­cer a look and shook his head as if he were think­ing real hard.

You tell your friend that he’d get a cut of the insur­ance money?”

Rich­mond rubbed the back of his neck say­ing, “It weren’t like that.”

By Vin­cent Holland

Inspired by the case of Rich­mond Principe — http://​post​star​.com

Richmond Principe was beginning to realise that some things were better left undone, or not done at all. The bullet, a .22-calibre, had hit his chest at close range and exited through his back. “I don’t know the guy who shot me,” he said.

“That right… You think you could try to remember a few weeks back?”

Richmond gave the officer a look and shook his head as if he were thinking real hard.

“You tell your friend that he’d get a cut of the insurance money?”

Richmond rubbed the back of his neck saying, “It weren’t like that.”

By Vincent Holland

Inspired by the case of Richmond Principe – http://poststar.com