Todd woke up to someone pounding on the door. "Open up, it's the police." Todd sat upright suddenly. Could it be that they found him out? How? He took all of the evidence. Maybe it was something else. Todd tiptoed to the door and peeked out the tiny space between the curtain. As he was peeking, they pounded again, about fifteen times, very hard. Todd thought his door was going to break.
   "What do you want?" Todd yelled, trying to save his door from ruin. He opened the curtain and saw three officers. Two were in uniform and one was an older guy, with a suit and tie on.
   "We need to talk to you Todd." Said the white haired cop with the tie. He held up a badge to the window.
   "What about, I'm sleeping." Todd said, getting aggravated because they almost broke his door.
   The white haired cop held a piece of paper up to the window. "Open the fucking door, before I break it down. I have a warrant for your arrest."
   "For what?" Todd asked.
   The cop stepped back and got himself in position to kick the door open. "I'm coming in right now. It's up to you if you want to have a door or not." He hauled his foot back and Todd opened it as quickly as he could.
   "Alright, alright. Now tell me what this is about." Todd said, trying to look like he really didn't know.
   The old one spoke. "I'll tell you what it's about. You going on a killing rampage and wiping out all the dope dealers. I can't say I blame you, I always wanted to do that myself. But, unfortunately we have laws and I'm here to enforce them."
   Todd bowed his head and slumped his shoulders. He was depressed now and had no strength or reason to live. A uniformed cop put Todds limp arms behind his back and slapped the cuffs on him.
   "Let's go to the station and talk about this." Said the white haired one.
   They took him to the Kenosha County Police station and walked him into a small room with one desk and two chairs. Todd waited for two hours before the door finally opened.
   Two men with jeans and army jackets walked in. They both showed their badges. The one with the beard spoke first.    "We're with the Chicago Police Department, I'm Detective Jones and this is Detective Hatfield. You're under arrest for the murders of Juan and Aldo Ramirez. You have the right to remain silent..."
    Todd cut him off in mid sentence. "I know my rights, let's get on with it." The two cops nodded to each other and then each one grabbed an arm. Todd was still handcuffed. They walked him to their car and put Todd in the back seat.
   As they were driving, Hatfield did most of the interrogating. "So, tell us Todd, what were you doing in that neighborhood that day? I mean, why does a clean-cut guy from Wisconsin, find himself getting into life-and-death battles on the west side of Chicago?" 
   Todd thought real hard before he spoke. Which guys were they talking about? Why did Hatfield say "that day"? If they were busting him for what he did last night, he would have said "yesterday", not "that day". It must be the smash-and-grabbers, from last week. But they were black. These names sound Hispanic, like the dope dealers from last night. It must be the two guys he killed in the alley that one day. Yeah, they looked Hispanic and could have been brothers.
   "I was just driving around that day" Todd said. "I saw a guy chasing two men who robbed him and I tried to help. They tried to kill me first. I think they did kill the guy they robbed. Didn't you find three bodies in the alley that day?"
   Hatfield answered. "No, well not really. Alex died the next day, at the hospital. He told us that a guy came along and helped him. But he died without ever giving us a description of you. He wouldn't. He liked you for what you did that day and he took it to his grave." 
   "How did you find out it was me?"
   "We found your fingerprints on the gate that you came through and on the fence by one of the bodies." Jones answered. Then added "but, the weird part is, an old lady who saw the whole thing, said it was an old man with a grey beard."
   Todd didn't want to tell them everything, so he didn't mention the disguise. And now he was sorry he even talked at all.    Maybe that witness would have planted some reasonable doubt and he might have been able to beat this. But now it was too late. He already confessed. "I don't want to talk anymore, until I see a lawyer."