Kenneth Rowajinski, at twenty minutes to 6 p.m. on Monday evening, had lugged his suitcase up the steps of Mrs Williams’s house, and treated himself to the first taxi he saw. ‘In trouble with the police! You’re a creep, a nasty old man, Mr Rowajinski!’ Mrs Williams had screamed after him. The bitch had four days’ worth of his money besides, because his rent was paid through Saturday.
What kinda lame-ass policing is this where the criminal confesses and is then allowed to abscond because the Police, for no apparent reason, trust that he will stay put?
What a weird story. Not without interest, tho. This is all about the interaction between different characters. More of a psychological study than a thriller.