Miranda (A Drabble)
by Tirya

Briscoe nodded at the gathering as Logan eased the sedan to the curb. "There he is."
"I really hate this," Logan groaned, putting the car in park.
"Let's just get this clown quick," Briscoe replied.
The crowd looked curiously as the detectives closed in on them. The man at the group's center turned, white faced, his hands going up in the air in silence. Briscoe gripped the man's shoulder, turning him while reaching for his cuffs.
The crowd watched, astonished, as the two detectives arrested the mime, Logan reciting with a straight face, "You have the right to remain silent..."


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