Clarence (part 3 of 3)

Clarence turned and made his way past a row of cubicles filled with officers pretending not to notice Coarse pack his things away.  Clink, Schwoosh. Coarse set a coffee mug inside of a cardboard box and then pulled the box closer to him. “Ok,” Coarse began as if Clarence had been there the whole time. “I’ll stay on the case as a consultant but it’s not going to go the way you want it.  Like I said they won’t want my name anywhere near this case especially on a paycheck.”

“Well I can’t promise any paychecks.  And remember you still owe me a story.”

Coarse scrunched his face and nodded, “Ok, well this one is more of a life lesson than a story.  But if you look at life as a jungle, see, and that there may be a lion or a slippery slope around the next corner you got to think of it like this: see, sure you run the fastest down slopes but you got to watch out, make sure you don’t run right into the lion’s den.”