As Long As You Don't Get Caught

Nothing is ever wong as long as you don't get caught...

          “Nothing is ever wrong as long as you don’t get caught.”

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          “So tell me more about these nightmares of yours. Have they been getting worse?” the doctor asked, taking off his glasses.

          “More frequent. It’s like I can’t even fall asleep now without seeing his face or hearing his voice.”

          “And how have you been dealing with this?”

          Tabby took her hands out of her pockets, staring at the floor. Running her hands through her hair, the young woman took a deep breath and answered the doctor’s question.

          “I’m not.” She sobbed softly.

          Looking up, Tabby jumped back as she saw that the doctor had turned into none other than her father.

          “Hello Tabby.”

          Tabby jumped from her bed, falling to her floor. She lay on the floor, shaking. She felt a cold sweat on her skin. After a moment of lying there, Tabby picked herself up off the floor and made her way back into her bed. Fearing falling back into her nightmare, Tabby reached back onto her bedside table and got her i-Pod. It would be a full hour’s worth of music before she slipped into a dreamless sleep.

          Tabby did not wake again until after nine, and only because Balthazar began scratching at her door. The rain beat down on the window beside her bed. After stretching for a moment, she made her way out of her bed and to the door. Upon opening the door, Balthazar stopped meowing and simply sat in front of her, looking up. Tabby bent down and picked the young cat up.

          “It’s about time you woke up. He was meowing when I left for church, and he’s been meowing ever since I got back.”

          Carrying Balthazar into the common room of the apartment, Tabby found Lenny sitting on the couch with Leo on his lap, a cup of coffee in one hand, and a book in another.

          “I heard you fall out of bed again last night.” Lenny said, continuing to look down at his book and stroke Leo.

          “No you didn’t.” Tabby smiled back, making her way toward the kitchen.

          Lenny closed his book and watched Tabby enter the small kitchen.

          “Yeah, I did.”

          “Well then just pretend you didn’t, okay pumpkin?” Tabby said, making her voice squeak on the last two words.

          Placing Leo on the couch, Lenny got up from the couch and walked into the kitchen. Tabby still had Balthazar in her arm as she proceeded to boil water for tea. Tabby pulled out her cup from the cabinet and plopped a tea bag in it.

          “When are you going to see someone about this?” Lenny asked, leaning against the counter.

          “I got it under control Lenny.” She answered, putting Balthazar down on the floor. “Hey, did you feed them this morning before you left?”

          “Don’t change the subject Tabby. This is the fourth time this week. You and I both know it isn’t getting any better. In fact, I think you’re getting worse.”

          “I don’t want to talk about it.”

          “You have to talk about it Tabby.”

          Before Lenny could argue anymore, a knock came at the door. Tabby rushed over to open the door. Turning around, Lenny saw Tabby step aside so Dominick could step in.

          “Weren’t you here just last night?” Tabby asked, not trying too hard to hide her annoyance with seeing the young man.

          “Good morning to you too Tabby.” Dominick said, walking over and kissing Lenny. “Missed you.”

          “I missed you too.” Lenny smiled, kissing Dominick.

          “You two make me sick.”

          The kettle whistled and Tabby went to make her tea. She took up her cup, and bent down to pick Balthazar back up.

         “Where you going?” Lenny asked.

          “I am going to my room, ordering many different versions of greasy food that will eventually clog my arteries and kill me, and watching old movies that will make me bawl like a baby.”

          Before Lenny could say anything he heard Tabby’s door slam shut. 
          It would be several hours before Tabby’s door knob began to turn. He walked into the room to find Tabby passed out in an odd position on her bed. Turning off the television, he noticed Balthazar asleep on her stomach. Balthazar never really liked him; he was surprised that the young cat hadn’t woken up and started hissing at him. Chinese food was on the floor and bed side table. He picked all the food up and placed it either in the garbage or on the desk. Balthazar finally woke up and meowed at him. Hushing the cat, he sat down on the bed. Balthazar jumped off and made his way onto the clothes pilled up in Tabby’s closet.

          Looking down at her, Tabby grabbed his shirt and pulled him in close. She opened her eyes and smiled at him devilishly.

          “What did I tell you about sneaking into my apartment?” she asked playfully.

          Scott smiled back. “No one answered the door.”

          Tabby let go of Scott’s shirt, laughing quietly. “So what exactly are you doing here Scott?”

          Scott’s smile disappeared and his voice became soft.

          “Do you really have to ask that question?”

          Without any more words, Scott took hold of Tabby’s hand and pinned it down to the bed. Leaning in, he placed his mouth on hers and proceeded to unbutton his shirt.

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          Tabby sat up and held her blanket against her chest, watching Scott pull on his pants. As he buckled his belt, the apartment phone began to ring. Tabby went to answer it, but she heard Lenny pick it up in the common room before she could. Lenny usually had a polite disposition while on the phone, but Tabby distinctly heard a curse or two slip from his mouth. Getting out of her bed, Scott opened the door for her. Lenny’s voice lowered, but she could tell that he was still threatening whoever was on the other end. Standing in the doorway, she wrapped the blanket around her body and listened to the conversation. Lenny had not noticed her or Scott.

          “No Adam, you cannot speak to her.” Lenny whispered. “Because all you do is upset her.”

          Tabby felt her stomach drop. “No Adam you’re not. You stopped being her father a long time ago.”

          Scott tried to pull Tabby back into the room, but she rushed over to Lenny before he could.

          “Give me the phone Lenny.” Tabby demanded softly.

          Lenny turned around.

          “Tabby, you don’t need to do this. Let me hand-“

          "Give me the phone Lenny.” She repeated, this time louder.

          Lenny reluctantly handed over the phone to Tabby. She pressed the phone against her ear. Silence, but only for a moment.

          “Tabby, you cannot treat me like this. I am your father and I have a right to see my daughter. You can forgive everyone else, why am I so different? I did nothing but give to you your entire life and I can’t believe that this is how you repay me.”

          Tabby said nothing.

          “You can’t ignore me forever! I am your father! You can’t continue to treat me like I’m a piece of s**t. I don’t deserve it. I’ve done my penance-“

          “Don’t ever call my home again.”

          Not wanting to say or hear another word, Tabby hung up the phone. Closing her eyes, she ran her fingers through her hair and took a deep breath. Scott buttoned the last few buttons on his shirt as he walked out of Tabby’s bedroom and into the common room. Tabby didn’t look at anyone, but simply hurried into her room and slammed the door. Scott stood outside her door for a moment, feeling quite awkward. Hearing the door lock, he made his way over to the couch and sat down.

          Lenny and Dominick went to the kitchen. Scott heard the two begin to whisper. He didn’t let it bother him though. Neither Lenny nor Dominick ever liked Scott. The only one he was popular with was Tabby. They had an interesting situation. Yes, they slept together often but they weren’t in a relationship. It was complicated.

          Fifteen minutes passed before Tabby came out of her room fully dressed. Scott stood up, and Lenny and Dominick entered the common room. Grabbing her keys from the basket on the table, she headed toward the door. She grabbed the doorknob, but turned back to the others before leaving.

          “I’ll call you later Scott.” She said, not making eye-contact with anyone.

          “Tabby, where are you going?” Lenny asked.

          “I have it under control Lenny.”

          And with that, Tabby left the apartment. The three men stood in the common room in silence until Dominick’s cell phone rang and he picked it up.

          “I think I’ll be off then.” Scott said as he stuffed his hands in his pockets.

          “Me too.” Dominick said, hanging up his phone. “That was work. I have to go. I’ll call you later.”

          “Okay.”

          Dominick gave Lenny a kiss goodbye, and he and Scott left the apartment.

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          “You think this will actually work?”

          “It has to. I’m out of options here. This has to work or it’s all over; for good.”

          “You do understand that if we get caught-“

          “We won’t; we can’t.”

          “And you’re okay with living with this for the rest of your life?”

          “Are you?”

          “As long as we don’t get caught, right?”

          “Yeah, as long as you don’t get caught.”

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          A knock came at Tabby’s bedroom door. No answer came. After calling out her name a few times, Lenny simply walked in. Tabby wasn’t there though. Her bed had been slept in, or at least it appeared to have been slept in. Balthazar began meowing. Walking into the common room, he checked the couch for Tabby; or Balthazar. If he found Balthazar, he’d find Tabby. That cat would never leave Tabby’s side when she was home. Lenny found Balthazar sitting in front of the bathroom door. Gently moving the young cat to the side, Lenny opened the door.

          Lenny found Tabby asleep on the bathroom floor. As Lenny came to his knees beside her, Balthazar jumped into the bathroom and onto Tabby’s leg. Before he had a chance to try to wake the girl, a large whiff of vomit hit him. Upon flushing the toilet, Tabby stirred.

          “Well, seeing how you don’t drink, would you like to tell me why you’re passed out on the bathroom floor with a toilet bowl filled with vomit?” Lenny asked, closing the toilet bowl.

          “I didn’t feel well.” She answered, half in a daze.

          “I’ll pretend I believe you.”

          Helping her to her feet, Lenny scooped up Balthazar. Tabby held onto Lenny’s arm until she reached the couch. Plopping down on the cushion, she squeaked in pain.

          “So?” Lenny asked, putting Balthazar down on the couch next to Tabby.

          “I told you, I didn’t feel well.”

          Lenny didn’t bother to argue back. Sighing, he went to the kitchen and started to boil water.

          “Herbal tea or chamomile?” he asked, taking out her tea cup.

          “Chamomile.”

          Balthazar began meowing at her as a knock came to the apartment door. Tabby got up slowly, motioning Lenny to stay in the kitchen. When she opened the door, two men were standing in the hall.

          “Hi there.” One said, taking something from his pocket.

          “Can I help you?”

          The men showed her their badges.

          “Detective Beckett, this is my partner Detective Hunnigan. We’re looking for a Tabitha Gracson.”

           And that’s when she knew that it had begun.

          “That’s me.” She said softly.

          “Tabby, who is it?” Lenny asked, coming into view of the two men.

          “Could you step out here for a minute miss?” Hunnigan asked, putting away his badge.

          Tabby stepped outside the door. Lenny came to the door.

          “What’s going on?”

          “I don’t know.” Tabby answered.

          Beckett took Tabby’s hands and put them behind her back. She felt cold steel on her wrists.

          “Tabitha Gracson, you’re under arrest for malicious destruction of property. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you at interrogation time and at court.”

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          Tabby sat silent, staring at the floor, as her appointed lawyer made the deal with the district atterony. Tabby would plea guilty to destroying Adam’s car; she would receive no time in jail, but rather a year of probation, a suspended liscense, and eighteen months of manditory anger management with a court appointed group.

          Three hours later, Tabby was led into the court room by the detectives. Standing in front of the judge, she confessed to her crime.

          “Adam called my apartment yesterday around three. I became very angry because of this. I left the apartment around three-thirty and drove to the place where Adam was living a few towns away. I parked my car across the street in an empty gas station. I sat there until he got home around ten at night. He went inside and about ten minutes later he came back out and walked somewhere. I waited until eleven-thirty to get out of my car. I got the baseball bat and the batting gloves out of the trunk and pulled my hood up so no one could see my face. Adam’s car was parked in front of the house where his apartment is. I took the bat and I began hitting the car. Adam’s car didn’t have an alarm and it had started raining pretty hard again so no one really heard much. I stopped when my fists and shoulders began to hurt a lot. I got in my car and drove off. I went to my friend Scott’s apartment. I stayed there until four in the morning. I wasn’t feeling well, so I went back to my apartment. Lenny found me asleep on the bathroom floor around eight-thirty. I had been throwing up and I guess I just passed out after a while. Ten minutes later the detectives came and arrested me.”

          The district atterony explained the deal to the judge, who agreed to it. Tabby was to report to her first session with the court appointed anger management the next morning and she was to report to her probation officer the following afternoon. The handcuffs were removed from Tabby’s wrists, and her lawyer escorted her out of the court room. Lenny, Dominick, and Scott followed close behind. Though she knew that her mother was most likely furious with her for stooping so low, Tabby thought she would have at least shown up for the arraignment, no matter how short it turned out to be. She did happen to see one of her cousins sitting in the back of the court room though. As soon as she exited the room, her cousin approached her.

          “So, my mom send you so she wouldn’t have to come?” Tabby asked quietly.

          He didn’t answer right away. When he lowered his head and sighed heavily, that’s when Tabby knew that something was wrong.

          “Tabby…”

          But before he could utter another word, Detective Beckett approached them.

          “Detective.” Tabby said curtiously. “How can I help you?”

          Beckett paused for a moment.

          “Adam Gracson was found dead in an alley this morning. Someone beat him up pretty bad last night before taking a knife to his body. Doctors say he bled to death.”

          Tabby’s cousin stuffed his hands in his pockets. Scott placed a hand on the small of Tabby’s back. Tabby merely stared at the detective for a moment or two with no expression whatsoever appearing on her face.

          “And what would you like me to say to that detective?” she asked quite frankly.

          “Did you really bash up Adam’s car?”

          Tabby looked as though she was somewhat offended and at the same time confused.

          “I just plead guilty. Why would I have done that if I didn’t really do it?”

          “That doesn’t answer my question. Did you or did you not destroy Adam Gracson’s car last night?” he asked again, his voice becoming a bit louder.

          Beckett watched as the young woman refused to answer his question.

          “I think that’s enough. You and your partner found all the evidence linking my client to the destruction of the car. Her batting gloves; the paint on her baseball bat; the bruises on her hands. She’s guilty of only one crime here and she’s already admitted to it. Tabby, don’t say anything else.” Her lawyer advised.

          “Come on Tabby, we’re going home.” Lenny whispered.

          “Come on.” Scott said, taking her hand and trying to lead her away.

          Tabby rolled her shoulder back, causing Scott to lose his grip on her hand.

          “Could I have committed both crimes detective?”

          “Excuse me?”

          “Not another word Tabby.” Her lawyer urged.

          “Is there any way that I could have committed both crimes detective?” Tabby repeated.

          “No.” he answered after a short pause. “You either destroyed the car or you killed Adam.”

          “Then there’s your answer. Good afternoon detective.”

          Tabby took Scott’s hand. He began walking with Tabby toward the door of the court house, followed by Tabby’s cousin, Lenny, and Dominick.

          “You really don’t care do you?” Detective Beckett called out. “After all, he was your father.”

          Tabby stopped and turned around to face the man.

          “No… he really wasn’t.”

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          “You were right. I didn’t think it would actually work, but you managed to pull it off. Congratulations. What will you do now?”

          “Forget.”

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          Days turned into weeks; weeks turned into months; months turned into years. Before she knew it, five years passed since the day she was arrested. Turning the key, she entered the apartment she had shared with Lenny. He had moved out about three years ago and moved in with Dominick on the island. They talked to each other occassionally on the phone, but they hadn’t seen each other since he left. Walking into the common room, Tabby found Detective Beckett sitting on the couch.

          “You know, you fooled them all. It’s really quite impressive when you think about it.” He said, not bothering to look at her.

          Tabby placed her keys done of the table beside the door.

          “What exactly are you getting at?”

          “You had the perfect alibi: you were committing another crime. I’ve never seen that pulled before.”

          “All right, enough.” Beckett stood up and faced Tabby.

          “It wasn’t you, was it? You never destroyed Adam’s car. You got someone else to do it for you. You killed Adam that night in the alley.”

          Tabby did not answer.

          “Wanna know how I figured it out?”

          She made her way over to a chair, sat down, and crossed her legs.

          “Regail me.”

          “As a joke, someone put your file on my desk the other day. And just for sport, I looked through it. And that’s when something caught my eye. The old woman who saw you that night, she said that your hair was blonde.”

          “My hair is blonde.”

          “It was raining that night.”

          “I’m not following.”

          Beckett paused. “Doesn’t your hair turn brown when it’s wet?”

          She kept quite for a moment.

          “I was wearing a hood.”

          “It was pouring that night. Even if you were weaing a hood, your hair still would have gotten wet and changed to brown. And yet the woman said your hair was stunningly blonde. And then I started thinking about something else. That afternoon, after you left, Dominick got a phone call from work.”

          “And?”

          “I looked a bit into Dominick’s work history. He had quit that job the day before this all happened. So why would his job be calling him to work if he was no longer employeed there?”

          Tabby kept silent, staring at Beckett.

          “So I went to go see Dominick and Lenny at their place on Long Island. This was on Halloween. Dominick was sporting a very stunning blonde wig. He didn’t admitt to anything, but he didn’t denying anything either. Brilliant idea, using someone you hate and who hates you right back. Even if someone had suspected a cover-up, they’d never suspect Dominick.”

          Tabby leaned back in the chair and smiled.

          “Well done detective. I called Dominick and he met me in the parking garage. He was the only one I had ever told about what I was planning to do and he agreed to help me out when the time came.”

          “Why tell Dominick?”

          “He owed me one. I’m the one who got him together with Lenny. And I promised to keep his little secret which I had found out about a few weeks prior.”

          “And what secret was that?”

          “Dominick has one of those pasts where you didn’t really talk about it out of disgust.”

          Without saying anything else about it, Tabby acted out a junkie shooting a drug into his arm.

          “And for that he agreed to help you with murder?”

          “Well that, amongst other things. Dominick was quite the rebel in his younger years. The drugs were just the beginning. There was also the way he was able to pay for law school with his financial situations.” Tabby smirked.

          Nothing more needed to be said about that.

          “I found out his dirty little secret and we shared a moment. In return for keeping my mouth shut and helping him resolve his problem, he agreed to help me with my problem. He knew about demons. I helped him out of a sticky situation that was coming back to bite him in the a*s, so he agreed to destroy Adam’s car.”

          “An eye for an eye.”

          Tabby nodded. “Dominick took my car and drove out to Brooklyn. I gave him my sweathirt and the wig. He made sure he didn’t leave until someone saw him. Meanwhile, I followed Adam. He didn’t take his car because he was walking down to the corner bar. I waited for him for four hours. When he came out of that bar, he was piss drunk, just like I always remembered him. I watched him for a moment, then pulled up my hood and put on the leather gloves Lenny had given me for Christmas. I pulled him into the alley. He stumbled and fell down. While he was down, I put a rolled up bandana in his mouth, wrapped an elastic band around his head so it would stay in, and proceeded to beat the ever living s**t out of him. Just before he rendered unconscious, I got out the knife he had stolen and left at the house. You can follow the dots to guess what happened next. When I was done, I took off my hood so he could see my face. A minute later, he stopped breathing. I left him there in that alley and went to Dominick’s apartment. We burned the clothes; made an awful smell and a good deal of smoke. I went to Scott’s afterward. Dominick made sure that the bat made it back to my apartment and, after I had worn them for a few minutes and gotten my prints on them, the batting gloves were put in my car. When I went back to my apartment, I went straight into the bathroom and threw up for an hour. And that’s where everything started.”

          Beckett didn’t say a word. He knew for a while that Tabby was guilty of Adam’s murder, but hearing her admitt it was something completely different.

          “So Scott,” she said, standing up and her smile disappearing, “you plan on finishing what your uncle started five years ago?”

          Scott rubbed the back of his neck, stepping closer to to Tabby.

          “Unfortuntely, there’s this thing called spousal priviledge. I can’t testify that you confessed to Adam Gracson’s murder.”

          Tabby’s smile returned.

          “Why’d you do it Tabby?”

          Tabby didn’t answer right away.

          “Because he was appealing to get visitation rights with my brothers. I couldn’t allow that man to treat my brothers the way he treated me.”

          “You were able to confide in a man you hated, can you at least trust me, your husband, to tell me what happened to you. What did he do to you Tabby?”

          Looking at the carpet, Tabby sat back down. She ran her fingers through her hair. Scott came to his knees in front of his wife and took her hands.

          “That part of my life died with Adam.”

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          My mother lived to forty-three years of age due to a rare disease she had contracted in her youth. She showed no signs of illness until three weeks before she passed away. According to my Uncle Dominick, her last wish was for me was to write her story; and that’s what I’m doing. Right here, right now, although I’ll probably be fired from the paper for writing such an article, I’m telling my mother’s story. I’m telling how she risked it all to protect the ones she loved. I’m telling how she broke all the rules to save at least one person from suffering as she had. I’m telling how she slayed the monster before he could hurt anyone else.

          When my mother was four, her father, Adam Gracson, was actively involved in a “drug gang”. He sold and bought not only for himself, but for his customers as well. From the time my mother was four to sixteen years old, Adam gave her to men in exchange for drugs and drug money, and sometimes even protection from the police and other drug lords of the city. My mother kept silent out of fear of what Adam would do to my grandmother.He made his own daughter a prostitute for his own gain. My grandmother never knew.

          On my mother’s sixteenth birthday, Adam made a deal with one of the most powerful drug lords of New York City. In exchange for my mother and her services, Adam would become a partner and reap the rewards of high scale drug dealing. That night, the man came to my mother’s home to receive his payment. Adam handed her over without question. He left my mother bleeding and beaten on the basement floor. If my grandmother had not come home early, Adam would have died of an overdose and my mother would have bled to death.

          While she was unconscious in the hospital, my grandmother told the police that Adam had been involved in drugs when he was younger; before they met and had my mother. She told them that an old drug dealer came around looking to get Adam back in the game. When Adam refused, the dealer drugged Adam, and beat and rapped her daughter. The police believed it. But because they had found a substantial amount of cocaine in the house, they arrested Adam for possession of illegal drugs with the intent to sell. By the time my mother regained consciousness in the hospital three days later, it was already to late for her to tell her story. Adam had been given five years at Riker’s.

          That day, my grandmother found out she was pregnant with my uncles. My mother tried to explain everything to my grandmother, but all she wanted to do was keep things quiet. She did not want anymore pain to come from this than had already been set in motion. My mother kept silent about the prostitution and the drug dealers, fearing it would only upset her mother and prove to result in nothing but more pain and hardships. When my mother turned eighteen, she moved out of her house and moved into an apartment with my Uncle Lenny. While there, she met my Uncle Dominick and my father.

          Adam was released from jail when my mother was twenty-one. While he was in jail, my grandmother had divorced Adam. She and my uncles moved and were living comfortably in the house next to her parents. A fews days after being released, Adam came around looking for his children. He swore to my grandmother that he was clean and that everything was going to be different from then on. She didn’t take him back, though he did inform her that he was going to fight for visitation rights for my uncles. He never mentioned my mother. When my mother found out that he was back and looking to go to the courts for visitation rights, she approached my grandmother about it.

          One day when she stopped by to talk with her mother, Adam was there. And that’s when everything spilled out. Adam denied it all of course, but it did send my grandmother into a tizzy. Not at the person you’d expect though. She became angry at my mother instead of Adam. She insisted that Adam would never do such things and that my mother was making it up. She said that my mother was blaming Adam for what the drug dealer did to her. She didn’t speak to my mother for three months after that. At Adam’s first court appearance, my mother showed up, hoping to speak to the judge. The judge heard her, but who would believe a hysteric tweny-one year old girl? No one else could confirm that Adam had done any of the things my mother claimed he did. There was no evidence and he denied it all, so the judge could not do anything about it. And even though my mother bore some suspicious scars, nothing could be proven.

          After that, Adam continued to harass my mother. He called her constantly and followed her often back. She even remembered him threatening her once to keep her mouth shut and stop making a scene or something would have to be done; he was high of course. It took him a full four months for him to figure out where she lived. My mother obtained a order of protection, but that only applied to her. He was still able to fight for visitation rights. My grandmother would not speak to my mother and would not let her see my uncles.

          He was going to win again. The system had failed my mother for over sixteen years and it was failing her again right before her eyes. Her mother had disowned her; her contacts in the police department abandoned her; the lawyers my Uncle Dominick had introduced to her could not help without sufficient evidence. Adam was winning. He was going to get away with it all. She knew that once he attained visitation rights, he move toward a joint custody agreeement. She also knew that he had never broken his old ways. Jail had done nothing but shrink his selling area and lessen his number of buyers. Once on the outside again, Adam got right back into the game. He’d use those boys for his own personal gain just like he used my mother. It was his nature; it’s just what he did. He chose to sell his children off for profit, whether it be cash, drugs, or protection. Adam knew what he was good at and he’d stick to it till the end.

          My mother protected her family. She did what she had to do. No matter what it took, my mother could not allow Adam harm anymore people, especially her family.

          On Friday October 20, 2007, Adam Gracson was murdered in a alleyway in New York City on his way back to his apartment from the corner bar. He was pulled into the alley, beaten, and then stabbed. Adam Gracson bled to death within a few minutes. The perp was never found.

          On Friday October 21, 2007, Tabitha Grascon was arrested for malicious destruction of property in the form of Adam Gracson’s car. She plead guilty and was sentenced to a year of probation, eighteen months of madatory anger management, and a suspended liscence.

          On Friday October 20, 2007, my mother killed Adam Gracson.

          My mother was Tabitha Gracson. Nothing is ever wrong as long as you don’t get caught.

 

          --Kenny Beckett

                    Reporter