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Same place
January 9, 2017
_______________@10:19 a.m
"Around this time last year a drug house raid captured the infamous Billy Ryles."
I watched as the news man shuffled around his papers.
"Jimmy West," I read off his name from the television.
Tighty Whities. He was definitely a tighty whities type of guy for sure. You know that one kid who was a virgin till he was twenty five.
"Billy was a major distributor of various drugs around the metro."
I rolled my eyes. Did he really have to add that in? I mean couldn't people put two and two together. It's not like he's going to prison for selling lollipops on the corner now is it?
The screen flips to a shot of Billy in an orange jumpsuit and in shackles. He's walking with his head down and ignoring all the reporters as they shove their microphones in his face.
"Mr. Ryles' trial is set to begin Monday evening in which he has plead not guilty."
I sucked in a breath of air.
Billy doesn't stand a chance. A majority of the people who were at the house that night made a deal to turn informant in exchange for a lighter sentence.
They're still gonna go to jail, but they were to stupid to realize that they were really just screwing themselves over by talking.
The camera leaves Billy and focuses one the distract attorney.
"Mr. Lander how do you see this trial ending?"
I watch as a news woman pushes her way threw the crowd of reporters to be closer to him.
Well, well, well if it isn't Joe Lander.
He's pretty famous in my mind. Even when I was in my foggy state of mind when we talked I remember him perfectly.
He was the man walked into my hospital room the day after the raid and said that he could get me out of having to go to a group home in exchange for a few words about Billy's personal life.
His long term goal was to have me tell him all about Billy's home life so he could forget all the good and recite all the bad in court.
Because if you bring up all the bad someone has done whether it's relevant or not in court the jury will nine out of ten times say guilty.
Mr. Lander also asked me for a few details from that night.
Why he asked was what I didn't understand.
He has a story so detailed about that night and the days surrounding it that I don't know why he kept trying to persuade me to tell him what I knew.
Even if I did tell him he already knows everything so acting as if I was the only one who could tell him who Billy Ryles was is completely a waste of time.
You could talk to five random people and at least three of them would know Billy.
He wasn't the type of person people forgot.
Minus what everyone on the news says he was relatively a sweet guy.
I didn't tell him anything though because I know Joe just wants to brag about how he brought a 'no good drug dealer' in and successfully prosecuted him.
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