Amos walked on to the library and picked out a book, then headed back to his cell. While he sat in his cell reading his book, a guard came to the door and said, "Hey compadre, you have a visitor." Amos sat up in his bed and looked out. He didn't see anyone he knew, but that was okay; anyone from the outside was fine. The door opened, and a short, plump Caucasian guy walked in.

"Hello, Mr. Amos C. Latico. I am Mr. Arthur Greif, attorney-at-law. Now let's get right down to business." Mr. Greif looked into the eyes of Amos hatefully when he said, "I want to know, are you guilty?"

"No! I am innocent."

"Were you involved in anyway?!"

"No! I had nothing to do with it."

"Is it true that you had an argument with Mr. Arvin Hartman?"

"Yes, I had an argument with him, but that was a couple days ago," Amos replied, shocked by the question that was being thrown at him.

"What was the argument about, Mr. Latico?"

"I can't remember exactly. I think it was to do with the money he owed me, that time."

"Why did he owe you money, and what do you mean 'that time'? "

"Well, it was about a month ago when he asked me if he could borrow five thousand dollars to pay back a debt he had from gambling. He didn't want to tell his wife about it because he was supposed to have stopped gambling about a year ago. If it hadn't been for that, he would have just taken it from their account, but you see, she takes care of all the money, and she would notice if any was gone. Arvin was like a dad to me, when I was growing up, or grandfather. I had no father growing up; I was raised by a single mother, who was working all the time."

"Okay I am ready to hear your whole story now, right from the beginning of that night."

"Well," Amos started out saying, "it was about 7 p.m. when I got into my car to head for my girlfriend's. We had planned this for about two weeks before because it was our anniversary dinner. When I reached Nikita's house, I went in and gave her a kiss and a hug, like always. She had it all planned out. First we would get into the hot tub with the champagne, then have the beautiful dinner she had cooked earlier. We went into the hot tub just like we had planned, but when dinner came, she was missing the candles for the table. So I said that I would go get some at the county store and be back in about 15 minutes. I went to the county store, but there were no candles there, so I went to the main street store and got the candles. Then I went right back to the house. We were right in the middle of dinner when the cops showed up at the door and said I was under arrest for the murder of Mr. Arvin Harman. When I heard this, I couldn't believe that he was shot."

"Wait a minute", "how did you know that Mr. Hartman was shot?"