I can’t find it anywhere, think I dropped it!
Well that’s just great. Where do you think you lost it?
I don’t know, I don’t know…what if someone finds it there?
Relax, no one will know it’s yours…will they?
Embarrassed, Joe shoved the other glove deep in his pocket.
Will they? It’s just a glove, right?
Well, they were a gift from my mother.
She had my name and number embroidered on the inside in case I lost them.
Oh, my god!
The two villains peered back over the rock wall that separated them from the murder scene. Joe’s bloody glove was sitting right on top of the grate…the grate over the drain where they threw the body.