Chapter 58

Camille’s POV

The process of paying for Jack’s bail and extracting him from the cell took a period of twenty-three minutes. I knew that because I kept checking my wristwatch constantly and repeatedly. All I wanted was to get the fuck out of here.

Jack came out eventually after what felt like an hour, looking all rough and tattered. He had sprouted thick beards and he reeked of cheap soap and sweat. He had a gray-colored shirt and pants on. One that was common to all cell mates in the station. He looked totally different from the player’s bad boy look to an uncool rully man yet he came out with a confidence that could shake the room.

“Hey, Harriet, who is the hot chick next to you?” He turned his back on us, signing the file passed to him by the police.

“You don’t recognize her?” Harriet’s mouth curved into a feat of amusement as she cocked a brow.

“I’m Camille, you nut job.” I