Chapter 122. The Black Box (1)

ROBERT

"I suggest you lay low for a while, Mr. Clarke," Mr. Patrick began as the sleek black car raced out of the station and into traffic. "The situation is delicate. Given your reputation, a lot of people are watching you right now. Watching your every move and anything you do."

I was tempted to tell him to fuck it. And fuck them all. I didn't care what they said, how they perceived me, or what they did. The media and everyone else could go fuck themselves with their little white lies because my conscience was clear. I did not kill the man. I was being framed. That's all there was to this. 

But instead, I sat silently and listened to my lawyer speak. He droned on and on about the charges against me—like I hadn’t heard all of it before—and everything I needed to do to avoid getting into any further trouble. He discussed his plans, the ongoing investigations, and the legalities involved. I didn't pay much attention to the latter part. In fact, at