Blind Trust

It was the next morning that the prison guards informed me that my lawyer was here to see me. I had been confused. Yes, I called my lawyer in London but I didn't expect him to be in Chicago this quick.

The prison guard led me to the room and I stilled when I saw it's occupants.

Roman.

And some other man in a suit.

But it was Roman who caught my attention.

Before I could talk to him, the other