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My Wife's Boss

... hours to obtain a search warrant, so you can expect to see them tomorrow."

"Are they gonna arrest me?" I asked.

"It is possible. But if they do arrest you, you say nothing. You answer none of their questions. I have already contacted a good friend of mine, Steven Lindsay. He's a criminal defense lawyer. I took the liberty of transferring him all relevant material, including the recordings. He says this will be the easiest case of the year!" Harry replied.

I gave Harry the code to activate/deactivate the recording on my alarm system in case I was arrested. We chatted a bit more, then hung up. I was almost a basket case when I drove home.

Nothing happened that evening. No visit from the cops. No call from Daphne. No nasty text messages from Asshole Cramer.

I fixed myself a sandwich and ate in front of the television. I debated with myself about calling my parents to tell them about the situation, but finally decided it was better to wait until the storm was behind me. I'm not sure my mother would understand anything about tampering with computer system files or videos stored in the cloud. That would just make her anxious for nothing and she would not be able to bring any added value to the situation.

I was at the shop the next day when I received another alert that someone was in the house. I did like the day before. I texted Harry and connected to my system. The cops had entered my house and were trying to disable the alarm system. They must have shut the ...

... system down because I lost the communication. Harry texted me that he had seen everything and had transferred the images to Steven Lindsay.

About 1 hour after the cops had arrived at my house, two other cops showed up at my shop and arrested me. I was handcuffed and put into a police car. They quickly read me my rights and started asking questions to which I refused to answer. When I got to the police station, they took my cell phone and wallet, and I was put in a cell with 5 other guys. Not a lot of exchanges. Everybody was doing their best to stay focused on the floor tiles.

After about 3 hours, a guard came to take me to the meeting room where I would meet my lawyer.

"What the fuck," I told the guard. "I never even told you who my lawyer is!"

The guy said nothing. He left me in the room, alone. The door opened after 10 minutes and there was Derek Cramer, with a grin the size of the Golden Gate.

He sat in front of me, without saying a word. I looked at him in the eyes and said nothing. After he was satisfied that he had completely established his superiority and made clear that he was winning the war, he gave me a triumphant look and finally started talking.

"Now, do you see how serious I am?"

I did not reply.

"I asked you a question, you little bug. ANSWER ME!"

Again, nothing.

"It will be your word against mine, Morrison. The word of a carpenter versus the word of one of the most prominent lawyers in the city. Guess what will happen...?" he ...