His story
Leroy’s voice trembled slightly as he continued to explain his story to the agents. He knew that they weren’t impressed with his actions, but he felt that he had to tell the truth, no matter the consequences.
“And inside the trash bag were wads of cash,” he said, his voice quiet but firm. “You have to imagine how I felt. I haven’t had cash in my pockets for years. I really wanted to go to the police immediately, but I had the opportunity to change my life for the better.”
He could see the agents exchanging a look, and he knew that they weren’t buying his story. But he felt that he had to explain himself, no matter how futile it seemed.
“I know that what I did was wrong,” he continued. “But I was desperate. I needed money to get my life back on track. And when I saw that cash, I thought that it was my chance to finally make something of myself.”
The agents remained silent, their faces unreadable. Leroy could feel their eyes boring into him, and he knew that he was in deep trouble. But he felt that he had to keep talking, to explain his actions and hope for some understanding.
“I know that it was stupid,” he said, his voice shaking slightly. “And I regret it now. But I’m willing to make things right. I want to give the money back and face the consequences of my actions. Please, just give me a chance to make things right.”
