I thought she raised suspicions, by the look in that man’s eyes.

He scanned her features slowly, as if  disseminating lies.

Her look was drunk obnoxious; She said, “I ain’t hurt no one!”

His look suggested he’d had enough, enough to send her on the run.

Now the room returned to quiet. Except the printers rhythmic hum.

I folded up the forms for court, and cashed out the proper sum.