CHAPTER 56

As Bobby sat in his cell, despair bit at his soul. The chilly concrete and merciless steel bars had taken the place of his office's once-plush surroundings.

The unquestionable evidence against him included the paperwork, audio, and confessions of the thugs; all of them created a horrifying picture of his treachery.

Fear curled itself around his heart like a cold, slithering serpent. The loss of everything he had built and the public humiliation that would follow were too much for him to bear.

Bobby made a last-ditch attempt to call. He felt a shock run through him when he heard the same voice on the other end. He croaked, "Father," his voice raspy.

"Bobby?" Marshal Briggs' voice boomed through the receiver, laced with a hint of surprise. "How are you? What took you so long to call?"

"They… they got me," Bobby stammered, his voice cracking. "The police, they have evidence, voice calls… about everything."