“Are you serious?” Cody hissed, dropping the paper bag full of food on the dusty table. “You cannot hide here.”
Frank grabbed the bread and began tearing it like an animal. “So what? This place has been abandoned for the last decade. No one will find me here, not unless a certain cop rats me out.” Frank glared at Cody.
Six months ago, Frank was the precinct’s best detective until he was framed for a murder. Did he do it? No one knows and Frank has been on the run since.
Cody sighed, “Why can’t you just turn yourself in?”
This story is written for 100 Word Wednesday.