Klepto's Last Resort

Jo embraced me at the door. “That baby face! You haven’t aged.”

My brother fired a million questions. Where was I all these years? How’d I find their address? Where’d I get that Rolex? Why’d I look awful? Were those bullet holes? Meanwhile, Jo smothered me in food and blankets, still in her badge and uniform.

Jo and him were cops.

I already knew this when I came, but I didn’t think my brother would rat me out. I still thought he was a good man, remember?

Ha.

“But he’s family!” Jo cried after he dialed. I ran away. Again.