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 f**k it. And f**k them all. I didn't care what they said, how they perceived me, or what they did. The media and everyone else could go f**k 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 in
