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“But?”
“I don’t have anyone I can ask to post bail for me,” I said honestly.
“What about family?”
“I don’t have family,” I said, thinking of Megan and feeling miserable. “My parents are… Well, they’re not in my life anymore, and my only brother is in jail.”
“What about friends?”
“I would never ask that of a friend,” I said firmly.
“If you have the money, I could get it across and post it for you?” Victor suggested.
I sighed. “I have some money saved up,” I nodded. “But not enough. I would need at least a thousand five hundred more in order to meet bail.”
“Then a Bail Bondsman is your best bet,” he suggested.
“I’m not using a bail bondsman.”
“Why not?”
“Because I’ve come across a few in the past and they can’t be trusted,” I said. “I’m not going to get mixed up with any of them.”
Victor looked at me in frustration. “You’re not working with me here.”
“I guess the only thing you can do right now is prove that I’m innocent,” I said. “Starting with finding proof that Brent framed me.”
“Trust me, I’m working on it,” he assured me. “Hang in there.”
I smiled. “People keep saying that to me.”
That night I was lying in my hard cot in my cell when the door opened. Munch woke with a start by the grating sound of the door opening. He cursed loudly, rolled over, and fell back into sleep. I sat up and realized it was Manolo. Grateful to see a friendly face and happy for the distraction, I pushed back the scratchy covers and swung my legs down to the ground.
“Come with me,” Manolo gestured me to follow him.
Uncertain where this was going, I followed him out and down the corridor. “Are you breaking me out?” I asked.
Manolo smiled. “Unfortunately, not today,” he said. “I’m just moving you to your new cell.”
He stopped outside an open jail door and gestured me inside. This cell was exactly like my first
one, except that I didn’t have a cellmate here.
“My own private cell, huh?” I said. “Wow… I never expected to feel lucky in this place.”
“It’s the best I could do for you right now,” he said, stepping into the cell with me and leaned against the wall while I sat down.
“Thanks, Manolo,” I said. “I really do appreciate it. I have to admit; I was half scared Munch would kill me in my sleep.”
Manolo smiled, but then his expression ironed out into seriousness. “I spoke to Megan this morning.”
I tensed immediately, and I couldn’t ignore the stab of pain in my gut. “What did she say?”
“I’m not at liberty to disclose that information to you right now,” Manolo said. “I just wanted you to know I’ve spoken to her.”
I nodded. “Well, can you tell me how she was… Did she look okay?”
“She looked…sad,” Manolo said softly. “She looked like she’d been crying.”
