Things were quiet enough on the night shift that no one thought twice about one of the bosses being in the office and he casually and quietly collecte... up one by one my entire collection of items that had been collected for use as evidence against me. All of them!Sure, my confiscated boots had already been used to place fresh footprints at the crime scene, along with planted shirt fibers, not to mention extra bullets and shell casings ... but there were all now worthless without the original. I found his name and instantly he accepted my friend request. A new chat window popped up on my phone."Hi" was all it contained."Hi." Would you like me to call you?" he replied."I'm not sure yet, I'm still hesitant on doing this," I answered."We don't have to, I want to do whatever you're comfortable with. We can just keep chatting, if you'd prefer." Well, you can call me, but there's no guarantee I'll say anything." I'm okay with that." Instantly, my phone began to ring. I tapped to accept,. ” I set them down and took my normal seat on the sofa.“How are you doing this week, Matt? A lot’s happened.”I nodded. “I’m both better and worse. Finding out what derailed my life has been harsh. Getting Miranda killed made everyone consider me masterminding an abortion to be plausible. It revolted them enough to leave. On one hand, I don’t feel like I deserve that. It’s an unfair comparison. Like blaming me for the Holocaust because I burned a steak. On the other hand, it’s cost me so much. " You're welcome. Wasn't much but I don't like just sitting around waiting for bedtime. Thought I'd make myself useful while I'm here." That's something I'd like to talk to you about Mr. Lowell." Miss Lorena took a sip of her wine and looked at Clint for several seconds. "I'd like to offer you a job Mr. Lowell."Clint was surprised. "I don't know nothing about this type of business ma'am. Don't know of what use I could be." I know about my business Mr. Lowell. That's all that's needed. I want.