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knew who I was.
     
    “I know who you are.” I was hedging my bets, hoping he would confess to sending me a festering foot in a box straight away so I could go back to my life.
     
    “And who would that be?” He leaned in inquisitively. At this point I would be risking my career if I accused him of a crime in this manner, so I played along a little more.
     
    “You buried me alive…” I croaked a little as the words came out. He smirked at me, showing his stained brown teeth.
     
    “Ok, so you know who I am... But do you know who you are? I’d dare to bet that I know a hell of a lot more about you than you do,” his smug grin made me want to punch him in the face.
     
    “I got your clue, I went to the school, and I got my records. If you had asked me that question yesterday, I would say no. I thought I knew, but I didn’t, but everything it seems have changed. Now I know.” My response was defensive. He looked at me, his face creasing up with a confused expression, like he was trying to remember something.
     
    “Well you got what you wanted. I am in prison. I cannot tell anyone now. They wouldn’t believe a con anyway. Sorry about your leg by the way, it was only way I could get away.” His apology was not genuine, rather a gloat, but perplexing none the less. Now I was really confused.
     
    “My leg? Tell anyone what? What are you talking about?” the questions fell from my mouth faster than I could think them up. He looked at me, and sat back in his chair, eyeing me up and down, weighing me up. It made me nervous.
     
    “You don’t have a fucking clue do you?” he laughed. “Why are you here?” I leaned in to whisper to him so the guard outside could not hear what I was saying.
     
    “I got the foot, and the fingers. I know it was you.” I felt stupid as he laughed loud and hard in my face.
     
    “Think you better go and see that woman of yours, from the bar. Erm, Julia is it? You are wasting my time. Guard!” The officers came in and escorted Johnny out of the room. I sat there looking at the four clinical white walls coming in on me, wondering what the hell had just gone on.
     

Chapter 7
     
    Julia Stone was a middle aged woman, who oozed sex appeal. Her long blonde hair, voluptuous curves, blood red lipstick and piercing blue eyes would lead you to take her for a lady in her early 30’s, but it wasn’t until you spoke to her that you realized she was as wise as someone twice her age. I had not discovered this until she became a witness for me in the case against me, because the night I met her, I was completely intoxicated. Not unusual for me, but it was lucky I met Julia on this night, or I could very well be in prison now, in the cell next door to Johnny flaming Maxwell.
     
    She came forward as a witness when she read my story in the press. I was usually not much of a people person, the closest I ever came to a relationship was a string of one night stands, but the day she walked into the police station was the day I realized that sometimes, you need other people in your life.
     
    I had not spoken to Julia since back during the time surrounding the case. So mustering up the courage to call her yet again, and asking her for help may very be the most terrifying thing I would ever do. I spend my days threatening the freedom of criminals, seducing women and apparently chasing murderers, yet none of those things made my heart beat as quickly as making this phone call.
     
    I punched her name into my cell, and clicked the call button before I could back out.
     
    “Hello handsome.” A sweet, yet confident voice answered.
     
    “Hi Julia. Long-time no see, how are you?” Small talk was not really my forte and I think she could tell.
     
    “Not bad, but I miss your company.” She said with a cute giggle. I realized I had in the short time I had known her become quite accustomed to that giggle.
     
    “Could you meet me, maybe for coffee?” I proceeded cautiously; it was rare a woman