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After a cold night in jail,Lock finally brought me my clothes. I had to keep the towel wrapped tight just in case the guy beside me had wayward thoughts. But he stuck to his corner and I stuck to mine. Besides, it wasn’t the worst place I’d slept over the past year. If anything, it was quite pleasant. The jail was mostly quiet and someone brought me food. I called that a win.
Now I just had to get out of this violation without any further blowback. I walked into the courtroom and sat beside my lawyer. Cash was nice enough to hire one for me.
“How’s it looking?”
“Well, since the officer caught you in only a towel, not too good.”
“But I was in a vehicle. They can’t arrest me for getting a ride in a towel.”
“Look, just let me do the talking.”
We rose as the judge walked in. If it was just the public indecency charge, I wouldn’t be worried. But that’s not why I was here today. No, that was because I argued with the officer, refusing to obey orders. He discharged his taser because of me. Well, I thought the whole thing was unnecessary, but apparently, he didn’t.
“How does the defense plead?”
I stood up before my lawyer could say anything. If I could just make the guy understand, this could all go away.
“Your Honor, this is all a big misunderstanding.”
The judge removed his glasses, looking at me like every other convict he’d had in this courtroom. “Oh, so you weren’t running around naked?”
“No, sir. I was in a towel.”
“Which you dropped in front of a police officer.”
I snorted at that. “You know, this is entrapment.”
“In what way?”
“Well, I was in a vehicle in my towel. That much is correct. And we were pulled over on the side of the road while I talked to my boss.”
“And what was so important that you had to pull over and talk to him while naked?”
“Well, it was about my disappearance over the last year.”
“Your disappearance?”
“Yes. I was on a classified mission and had to allow everyone to believe I was dead.”
“A classified mission for whom?”
I chuckled. “Sir, if I told you, that would be breaking the law. I would end up in prison.”
He huffed in irritation, shoving his glasses back on his face. “Son, you’re not doing yourself any favors by not explaining yourself.”
“It’s true, though. I was gone for a year. I had to fake my death and everything. Twice!”
“Twice? Why would you have to fake your death twice?”
I thought about how much I could tell him. It was a dicey area, and technically, I was stretching the truth when I said it was classified. Since Rafe no longer worked for the FBI, it couldn’t actually be classified. However, as long as I didn’t tell any details of the mission or who I was working for, it should be fine.
“Well, sir, the first time didn’t really hold with my colleagues. They didn’t believe I was dead.”
“And how did you die the first time?”
“My truck blew up outside a bar. They thought I was in it.”
