Hey there, early bird.
Yeah, you. The one who thinks they're being sneaky slipping out at 4 a.m. I see you. Every. Single. Time.
Think those blackout curtains are fooling anyone? That little creak your door makes is practically a symphony to my well-trained ears. And the hoodie you think hides your face? The latest surveillance tech laughs at your amateur disguise.
Don't get me started on your "friends," the ones you meet in that dimly lit alley. I know them too. Their names, their faces, their favorite midnight snacks. (It's not kale chips.)
You're probably wondering why you haven't gotten a knock on the door yet. It's not because we don't have enough on you. We have a file on you thicker than your grandma's recipe book.
Here's the thing: you're small potatoes. A minnow in a sea of sharks. We're after kingpins, masterminds, the guys who make Scarface look like a choirboy.
So yes, we see you sneaking around, making your little deals, thinking you're slick. Honestly, it's entertaining, like a bad reality show. But don't get comfortable. One wrong step, one slip-up, and we'll be there to reel you in.
Until then, live your life. Stay up till dawn. Hang out with whoever you want. Just remember I'll be watching. And one day, maybe, I'll be knocking on your door with a friendly hello and a warrant.
Sleep tight, friend.
Your friendly neighborhood undercover cop, Titusville
