6. Boone County Jail, IllinoisIt was a hot summer that year, the air was dry, the wind only gathering momentum once the sun had gone down, and I clearly remember my first few days in Boone County Jail as being quite tedious, stiflingly warm and fraught with boredom. I at least managed to get some sleep whilst I waited for my lawyer to arrive. Little did I realize that dreams were to be something of the past once the trial had begun. Of course, initially I really believed that in just a few days I would be free. I mean, how could the finger of blame be pointed at me? This was all a misunderstanding, they had the wrong person in custody and as soon as Julia Stott did the decent thing and confessed, I would be at liberty to go back to my thriving business.
I fully expected my captors to trea
