"In Three

"The first sentence wasn't hard," he growled.
"How old were you?" Chuck asked.
"About fifteen. It was just a little break-in thing. The ass hole who talked me into it thought he knew what he was doing."
"Why'd you do it, you didn't need the money."
The Creep gave me one of his off-center smiles and said, "It was something to do. Turned out good though. In the place I met Skunk."
Chuck looked up from his notes, surprised, "Skunk was the guy you killed, right?"

"Wasn't he the one supposed to do the interference for you that night? You know, keep the cops away?"
The Creep shifted in his seat uneasily. There was something about this that bothered him, and nothing bothered The Creep. "Well, yeah, but shit, he was the one who set it all up in the first place. He said he used to work in this place and they'd go with it if I pretended to hold him, like, you know, a hostage."
"And that's what happened. You held him hostage. You held a gun to his head and told the rent-a-guards that you'd 'splatter him in a heartbeat' if they didn't toss you the bags of cash they were moving."
The Creep stared at me, moving his jaw like he was chewing a rock.
"That was the plan," he mumbled.

"See, the conflict I'm having is, you had it. The guards were sliding you the money, then you blew his head off. It's not making sense. The surviving guard says you were yelling something about 'Dummies.' What was that?"
The Creep's eyes were starting to glare over and he yelled"God-damned dummies. He said he gave me god-damned dummies. "
"He called you a dummy?" Chuck asked.
"He was yelling at the guards to call the cops and shoot me cuz he's put dummies in my gun."
"Why would he do that?"
"He kept yelling that he was a snitch."
"How'd you shoot him with dummies?"
"Shit man, you never know which way the conflict is goin to go." The Creep started laughing which sounded like a gleeful grizzly standing over a fresh kill. "That's why I always put fresh bullets in my gun before a gig. You just never know."