I was on vacation, buying junk food from concession stands when I overheard a man talking to two young women. This guy was clearly no good, and wanted to get off the island fast. He was arguing with them, or, more like haggling, to help him forge some things and make a clean getaway with a new identity.
"It sounds like you don't want people to know you're faking your death," I said.
Hearing my boldness, the guy gets up close, and I don't remember exactly everything he said to me, but he had an air of bragging about theft. I do remember the last thing he said was, "when I see something I want, I take it."
I was blunt as usual. "So you're a kleptomaniac."
The guy whispers to me, "when the people scream, they don't scream 'kleptomaniac.' They scream 'murderer.'"
