Chapter Ten of A Reporters Nightmare

By the time morning rolled around all the crates and all the spilled diamonds had been recovered and taken to the police station. Officer Hardly looked over the damage to Aragon’s pickup. “The man that was behind this all will pay for the damage to your pickup.” He said.

     Aragon shrugged. “He’ll have to replace the ignition to. Smoky lost my keys.”

     Officer Hardly looked into the pickup and saw something that appeared to catch his interest. “They left blanks all over.” He said. “Along with the pistol, but not a single bullet with live ammunition.”

     Aragon looked over his pickup and came up with the same thing. Officer Hardly gestured at his police cruiser. “I’ll give you a ride back to Salina until we can get your pickup fixed.”

     Aragon was relieved. “Thanks.” He said. “But don’t ask me for my ID or anything, I forgot my wallet at my house.”

     “Good thing you didn’t get pulled over then.” Officer Hardly said.

     By the time Aragon was back at his house the word had spread to Salina that he had been kidnapped and helped the police recover stolen diamonds.

     By the end of the week Aragon had been interviewed by a dozen different reporters and he began to have a better understanding of why so many people veered away from cameras and microphones.

     His pickup was returned along with his keys and a new window and paint job. The robber was caught and put in prison before anyone caught wind of it and Officer Hardly offered Aragon the job of being bait for other robbers that were avoiding the police.

     Aragon politely declined.