“Id?”
Jones inspected the driver’s licence. “Mr Malefactor, what happened?”
“The guy fell.”
A forensic’s officer whispered to Jones.
Jones turned to Malefactor. “You’re under arrest for murder.”
“But, I didn’t do it.”
“Your fingerprints are on this card.”
“I can explain…”
“And the photo on this licence looks wrong.”
Malefactor shrugged. “It’s due for renewal.”
“So ten years ago, you looked older?”
Red-faced, he said, “Revitalising cream is magic.”
“And landed you in jail.”