The cop rounded the corner, the thief stumbled, tripped, fell. The cop caught up and slapped on a pair of handcuffs. Looking at the thief's ID he read out the thief's rights, ‘almost natural now' he thought while looking at the ID, Roddy Toller, a name he wouldn't forget for a while. Taking him back to the station, he had no idea of the consequences that would follow.
Sitting in his arm late that night with his child resting her head on his lap a story appeared on the news. The cop sat motionless, taking it all in. What he had done. A mother and three children had starved to death in their family home, located in the western suburbs of Melbourne, all alone, no father. Their surname, Toller.
The cop grabbed his coat, badge, gun and rushed to the station. Pushing through the flood of reporters and journalist, he unlocked the doors and rushed down to the cells. Unlocking Roddy's cell the cop stood in the doorway, saying nothing. He could tell Roddy knew. "You killed them." "Now Roddy listen", the cop begun, Roddy cut him off. "I don't care what you think, they're dead and I have to live with the fact that I failed to save them, you'll live with the fact that you failed to save me!" …show more content…
Roddy was released later that week with minor charges, and a small fine to pay for attempted theft. The fine was paid and Roddy disappeared, no payments made on his credit card, no cash withdrawn from ATMs and to the Victorian police's knowledge, he was never arrested after trying to take the woman's handbag. It seemed, he had disappeared, or so we