Chapter 10
Travis wouldn’t stop laughing as we walked out the station. The asshole hadn’t stopped since he saw me sitting there in a set of county lock up orange. My white feathery paint made me look like some kind of a very strange bird.
Tugging at the shirt I’m wearing, I tried to make my n*****s not show through the thin fabric. The ridiculousness of that after what I had just done came to me but I couldn’t make myself stop doing it.
I looked down at the logo blazed across my breast.
‘Save a tree. Eat a beaver.’
“I am so going to get you back for this you know,” I told him, giving his arm a punch.
“Ow. What? I did just what you asked. I came down and bailed you out. I brought you some clothes.” His smile was threatening to quiver his mustache off his lip.
I reached down and adjus
