Jaxon
Sara and I were relaxing and enjoying what I thought was some well-earned downtime after getting that sonofabitch Charlie to confess like that. What a f*****g i***t. In addition to being a low-life asshole, it was f*****g amazing to me that he didn't know not to confess to s**t like that, EVER. Even when you get arrested, the first and only thing you should say is: I want my lawyer. Period. I couldn't imagine how the hell he had even stayed alive this long without knowing that s**t.
"Hey, isn't that our buddy?" Sara asked, and pointed at the TV screen. "It looks an awful lot like Charlie. What's happening? Jaxon, turn up the volume on that thing! I want to see!"
I obliged, mostly since I couldn't f*****g believe what I was seeing. It was our old pal, wearing bracelets. And not
