Identity Thief

Chapter 1: False Crimes

I didn't do it. There has never been a combination of words as useless as these. Especially in prison. They mean nothing. Life in the shoe sucks. There's only you and the darkness. And a bed and stuff but that doesn't count. I've had plenty of time to think of who would want me dead (which would certainly be the outcome is this thing escalated or there was forged proof). I've come up with nothing. Kenneth Moore, the man that stole some money to provide for his family. Little did he know this money had been illegally foraged money. He was seen with it, so naturally that means his sentence is doubled so he doesn't just do time for stealing but for possession of forged money. I need a hint of who might want me dead.
"Guard!" I yell.
"What, con?" Asks the guard.
"Current events." I say. "Anything interesting."
There's no response.
"$800, I'll get it for you as soon as I'm out of here."
Another long pause.
"There was a murder and robbery at a morgue in New York." He says. "The guy got caught, obviously he claims to be innocent but he's being sent here tomorrow."
"What's his name."
There's no response.
"$1000, now what's his name?"
"Aaron Gaitree."
My heart stops. Literally.
"Con? Hey con?" The guard storms into my cell to find me lying on the ground clutching my chest.
"Hey, we need a medic in solitary cell 17."
Slowly I slip out of consciousness.
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"Samuel King, are you sure?"
"That's what he said."
"That's all the proof you have, he said he was someone  so you believed him? Sorry I'm going to need some more proof."
"No please I-" the line goes dead.
The workers at the radio station slump back into their seats. They had just gotten off the phone with the police. Now that they thought it over they wondered why they had thought they had found the real Samuel King in the first place. Before they had more proof even they couldn't believe it.
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"I didn't do anything! There were these guys and they came in, killed the mortician and ran off with a bunch of Cecilia Davis's belongings."
"What exactly were you doing at the morgue, we have reason to believe you were inquiring about Cecilia. Why is this?"
"I'm a detective and I was looking into the fact that Cecilia Davis apparently had dinner at Pita Pit long after she died."
"In sorry but all the evidence says it was you."
I didn't do it.
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"Sir, there's too many people looking into these cases, we are going to get caught. The plan isn't going the way we anticipated."
"Do not worry. Everything is going according to plan."