It had been a long, intense chase through the dark, silent streets of the city, but Inspector Williams had finally caught up with Omar. Cornered, with no place left to run, Omar climbed up the ramparts of the city wall.
“There’s nothing but the deep, blue sea there Omar, you’ll never be able to swim your way back to land in this weather,” said Inspector Williams in a deep, composed voice. “I’ll take my chances,” replied Omar, a quiver in his voice betraying his trepidation.
“Just hand the bag over to me, and I promise I will let you go,” said Inspector Williams, trying to calm the highly-strung Omar while stretching one hand in his direction. But Omar backed up even further towards the edge, and replied, “Not at any cost.”
Inspector Williams tried a different tactic now, “I will let you keep half the money, just hand over the bag.”
A look of deep fear came on Omar’s face, and then, his face went blank, as if he had finally made up his mind. He said, “I would rather die!”
And saying that, Omar jumped into the sea along with his bag.
Inspector Williams dashed to the spot where Omar had been standing just a moment ago, and saw Omar swimming powerfully towards land. The waves tried their best to stop him, but Omar fought wildly, like a man possessed, and within minutes, he had reached the isolated beach and then disappeared into the darkness, his precious bag still clutched close to his heaving chest.
Inspector Williams saw Omar’s escape from the walls with disbelief, and then finally, turned back towards town with a deep sigh. “Such a wasted effort,” he spoke aloud to himself, “Why couldn’t he just surrender the bag to me? I will now have to find someone else to rob!”