Slim's Revenge: Short Time
The now defunct Queensgate Prisoner Facility outside downtown Cincinnati. Preface: Justice is an uncertain thing. The testimony of a single witness, with no supporting evidence whatsoever, can put a man behind bars his entire life whether a crime has taken place or not. The following is a true story. I. They came for me in the middle of the night. Sitting up in my bed, I heard the low, garbled squawk of a police radio echoing in the alleyway. Someone cursed. The radio went silent. Bodies rushed past my window and then heavy hands slammed on my apartment building's thin common front door. Cops. It had to be cops I remember thinking. I got up and walked out of my apartment. At the front door I greeted the newest series of police with a half-asleep smirk at the door. This expression was quickly wiped off my face when the hand cuffs came out. "Are you Mr. XYZ?" one of the four police officers croaked with hand cuffs at the ready. The croaker, he coul