en't been allowed a phone call, appoin

uiet-too quiet. All I can hear

e, an officer brought me to a cel

rd. I had to sleep on the i

replay my interview with the

are burned into my mind.

was just Detective Dan. He was much calmer t

an; you could tell by the way

and a moustache, not as tall as Na

him, but he said he couldn't help me i

e to see me, and that's when I see Carl coming in through the d

" he gre

an you get me out

le of times. He's a balding old man, probably in his early 50s. He gives me the c

uel. I'm working o

door, raked my hands through my h

r, Carl."

re for 3 days

ee what I can do, " he gives

police officer who opens the gate

insufficient evidence and the fact they arrested

because he's not a criminal lawyer.

door, the media start taking pictures, the cameras start

nd not say a word as we hurry down the step

nd tells me to go see Nick, my boss, when I have a

at least he got

t the picture of the hotel

when I left. Blood splattered on the wall, the mattress soake

ing, like the pictures f

h cold blood. What about Cassie's husband? I don't know if

en given

ve, and which lawyer I'm going to hire. I also need t

. Just a few days ago, I was a male sex worker with

twist o

at the door. I fish the spare key from un

e a bird's nest, and the bag under my eyes looks so bad

t few days and the jail smell from my body. I fix up a

ed over to my sid

couple of times, but they woul

need help. You know I didn't kill her,

, and I tell him everything

ecause of Cassidy's husband; I gu

and CEO of the record label Jonzing World.They manage and

w with a lawyer. She's being asked

t kill her. I suspect foul play here, the whole thing makes no sense. The DA's office wants a fast conviction because of who th

I look at him, and we bot

f this mess; she's your only hope

find her and beg her to t

that: find this woman and c

ng on this, my future