Brick slowly swing himself up and answered the door. Cop, of course. She stepped one foot in, and announced herself.
"My name's officer Anne. Just have a few questions for you." She sounded stern.
"Shoot." Brick responded nonchalantly
"Where were you the 27 of April." Didn't sound like much of a question.
He quickly grabbed his drivers logbook.
"I would have been, lets see" He said, flipping anxiously through the pages.
"Ah, here it is, I was halfway between New England and Boston, probably closer to Boston in reality." She quickly grabbed the book from him, and checked for herself. She noticed quite a few discrepancies, but managed to ignore them.
"Now, if you don't mind, I'm getting drunk, good day." Brick ushered her out, and locked the door. That was not what he was expecting when he heard a knock. He continued on the shine, it was starting to take effect. Life seemed pretty boring, so he made his way downstairs, and to the bus stop. He decided to head to a bar, or a club.