He knows a lot. Too much.

How so?

What’s that?

I said, how so?

I made these confessions to him. I told him.

You told him what?

Every detail. Didn’t leave a bit out.

The money?

Yes, the money. These crimes we committed. We stole from people. That’s what I told him.

Choices. Right? We all make choices. Once we make these choices, we can’t look back. Good or bad. We can’t look back, he lit a cigarette and took a shot of whiskey.  Does anybody else know? Did you confess to anybody else? Ha. The fuck? Well, I hope you did the right thing.

What’s that?

Stuck a gun down his throat and told him to be quiet.

I didn’t do that. 

Why not?

I just let it go. Maybe I want to be caught. Maybe I want to pay for my sins. 

You told him about me? 

I didn’t say your name.

What did you say?

I said we held up gas stations and liquor stores. That’s what I told him, he looked away at the television in the corner. The Guardians were up 3-2. Guardians. They’ll always be the Indians to me, he took a sip of beer. He said son, you have to pay for these sins. Told me to turn myself in.

I can’t let you do that, he pulled his jacket back and revealed his gun. We’re going to walk out of here slowly. And get in my car.

Oh yeah?

Yeah.

Are you going to kill me?

We’re going to take a drive. A long drive. And by the time we get there, I’ll have made my decision. 

Your choice?

Yes. My choice.