Chapter Twenty-One
“Please don’t be mad at me, baby,” Pete spoke on the phone in the recreational room of the jail. “I don’t know how this happened.”
“I know how it happened,” the woman screamed from the other end. “You’re a fuckin’ i***t! You didn’t wear gloves?”
“I...” He sobbed.
A guard watched him from across the room.
Pete’s stomach turned from anxiety. “Shit.” He fell against the wall. “I thought I was careful. I forgot about the DUIs I had. I forgot they had my prints on file.”
The lady breathed into the phone. “I can’t believe this.”
“It’ll be all right, babe. My lawyer will handle it and—”
“Handle what? Are you nuts, Pete? Are you this big of an i***t? You were arrested for murder!”
“But everything’s gonna be okay, baby.” He gripped the phone. “As long as we got each othe
