She grappled with him,
hooked him, fed him a line.
He sank to his knees, cap in hand.
She reached into her bag.
It only took one shot.
Glassy-eyed, he looked up.
Searched her face.
She didn’t play by the book.
It was case closed.
He should have minded his own business.
They’d been partners in crime.
Now she must wave him goodbye.