”No. ****. No. I’m not saying a word…I’m just going to get out of here…”

Anthony Graham realized he was little more than a petty thief. He was a lowlife, and he was coward.

But Anthony knew how judge people, and he realized this man dressed in black was just waiting for somebody to speak up – waiting for ANTHONY to speak up – with the eyes of a predator toying with it’s prey.

But try as he might, he couldn’t bring himself to move his legs. The same fear that kept him from speaking was, ironically, the same fear that kept him from walking away.

All he could do was stand in place, petrified, and…

”Let somebody else speak up…let somebody else speak up…wait for somebody else to speak up…”