Plus, your story has a twist.
Yes…
@midlifeflyer was the prosecuting attorney, who retired having never lost a case. He also knew about the critical evidence in the thermos, and that it was lost, but he’s been feeling guilty about it ever since. Fortunately, he comes out of retirement for one last case, and he knows his dying words will crack the case wide open, vindicating the falsely imprisoned man, who had actually studied for and passed the bar while in prison so that no one else would have to suffer the same fate. The final words? “Rosebud was the sled!”
Of course, let’s not forget about the old fat guy on a Kansas-built recumbent (steel is real!) who made this all possible. While minding his own business waiting at a red light, he noted two police officers in a foot chase, and since they were wearing full gear in 100-degree temperatures, they were obviously falling behind. So, risking life and limb, the cyclist crossed against the light (after verifying that there was no traffic) and took up the chase. He passed the police officers with a quick, “I got him,” rode up alongside the perpetrator, and gracefully slid off his bike while grabbing the ears of the perpetrator and bulldogging him to the ground. After some initial resistance, the perp noticed Woodworker’s Pattern Baldness on the cyclists left arm, and realized that while the cyclist’s pocketknife was safely ensconced in a belt sheath, it was probably sharp enough to shave off his long, golden locks within a matter of seconds, and since he valued those above all else, he gave up the struggle.
When the police officers arrived, they took a moment to catch their breath, and put the perpetrator in cuffs. The cyclist picked up his bike, and with a hearty, “heigh ho, iron steed!” he rode off into the sunset.
The perpetrator, who now looked like a Van Gogh painting with long, golden locks, confessed to numerous crimes, including the one that reopened case #69, resulting in the discovery of the thermos.
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Wow! This stuff just writes itself, doesn’t it?
@Sac Arrow , you can start cutting me in at the third million.