Not Taking the Fifth

“D’you know why I stopped you, sir?”
“Nope,” I said. “Wasn’t really concentrating.”
“Not concentrating?”
“Too busy texting.”
“Texting, were we?”
“Yep, about the weed.”
“Cannabis user?”
“Nope,” I said, “grower and seller. I used to just grow but my partner died so now I sell too.”
“Mmmm,” said the cop, “I stopped you for doing thirty-eight in a thirty zone.”
“Not the murder?”
“You really shouldn’t take the piss but my shift’s over and who needs the paperwork? On your way and drive carefully.”
“Thanks,” I said as I wondered where to bury the body in the boot.