I was broke. The notorious soul painter. No one wanted me to paint them anymore. One look and I could see through them. Despite my best efforts, the finished painting showed their wicked, plotting face on canvas, not the smiling, benevolent one.
“He’s pure as snow,” I told the economic offence officers. They had taken me with them while interrogating the businessman to get their suspicion confirmed before launching a full-scale probe.
“Just name your amount,” the man had told me earlier.
Honesty didn’t get me my meals, did it?
“He’s pure as snow,” I told the economic offence officers. They had taken me with them while interrogating the businessman to get their suspicion confirmed before launching a full-scale probe.
“Just name your amount,” the man had told me earlier.
Honesty didn’t get me my meals, did it?
