KADE

“Ten minutes left, kid,” the cop said from where he was seated and began humming a familiar tune.

“Can I make copies of some of these? Ten minutes is not enough time to read through all of them.”

“Do you promise to burn them after you write your damn essay?” he asked, and I nodded enthusiastically.

I had given him the impression that I was some kid eager to impress their teacher and get good grades, and I intended to fully play into it till I left. “There’s a photocopier to your right,” he added, and I turned around.

True to his words, there was an old but functional...