The Perfect Crime

The Perfect Crime

Sentence was passed and in that moment my whole life completely changed. In the background, you could hear the people chant, “Justice has finally been served!” They don’t know me I thought. Everybody makes mistakes, right? But, where was my second chance in life. My luck, the death penalty became legal again and eagerly waiting for me to become its newest member. My palms grew sweaty as always when I grew nervous and scared. There was nothing I could do. These people wanted me to pay for what I put them through.
You’re probably wondering what I did. Well, where do I start? Let me begin on the day my little brain came up with this supposedly brilliant idea. It was on a summer’s afternoon and the sun was gleaming directly against my face as though it was ready to burn me to a crisp. I blocked it with my right hand but then something else caught my attention. Three men in ski masks held large rifles in one hand and in the other bags of what I assumed to be loads of money. They ran out of the National Bank and jumped into a beat up van, drove off only leaving smoke behind them. Somehow I was able to read the license and memorized it. The usual citizen would have reported it to the police but I decided on a different approach.
See, all my life I had lived always struggling to make ends meet. So, I figured this time maybe it was a sign from God to take this opportunity and excel in life. Excelling is exactly what began happening. I traced the license number a...