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I started to read, but then just shook my head. “Just tell me what the fuck it says. You know I ain’t gonna understand this medical jargon bullshit.”
He chuckled and sat back like we were just having a lazy Sunday chat. “Basically, Sheriff Visser didn’t die from a gunshot wound.” My eyes grew wide, and I leaned forward. “Autopsy says he had the presence of gas in his system, and even smoke in his lungs.”
“Holy shit…” I cursed, slumping like the weight of the world had been lifted off my shoulders.
I knew Matt would find a way—at least, I managed to convince myself he would.
“So when the cabin exploded, he was still fucking alive?”
A grim look crossed his face, the smugness gone. “Yeah, momentarily. It might have been less than a minute, but it was enough time for him to get smoke into his lungs from the fire.”
I should have probably felt worse for him than I did, knowing there was a brief moment where he was burning alive—not something you’d usually wish on anyone. But he tried to fuck with my family, and I didn’t have sympathy for anyone who hurt the people I cared about.
“They also found the lighter in his hand. And I’m petitioning for his credit card details and phone records because I have a feeling he bought the gas which was used, and had it put up there,” Matt added. He sat forward and pulled all the papers together, shuffling them and placing them back inside his briefcase, closing it with the most satisfying click. “I’ll convince the judge that you weren’t the guy in the photo. I’ll prove that Visser planned out this shit to hurtwhoeverthis guy is in the photo. And he’s no longer the victim, but the aggressor. And essentially, he killed himself.”
I couldn’t help but laugh and shake my head. “Damn, man, I was starting to get scared. Since when do they remand anyone for two fucking months?”
He sighed. “The assholes running the show are doing every fucking thing that they have in their power to hold you as long as possible. I think they knew from the start you hadn’t done it, but they don’t want the news to get out that a member of law enforcement had been responsible.”
These guys, they did what they could to protect their own.
You had the good guys—who were actually good, who stood for the law, who wanted inmates to be better people and who fought to just make the world better. Then you had the other good guys—who were so tainted they saw criminals as criminals, not even people. These guys no longer fought to see the gray area or help someone change their life around. They were two separate species of cop.
“Your court date is Thursday,” Matt explained as he stood. I followed suit. His eyes darted to the door where I knew Kent would be waiting to torment me some more. “Don’t do anything stupid before then.” The warning was sharp. He knew I’d done pretty well so far, but I had a breaking point, and honestly, it was getting very fucking close to snapping.
“Five days,” I announced followed by a deep breath.
Matt nodded and pounded his fist against the door. “Five days.”
I just got to keep my head down and my fists to myself for five more days. Then I could get the fuck out of here, have some real food, put on some real clothes, and get my fucking woman back.
