After being locked in the cell for three days, a sheriff's officer came back and unlocked the door. “Come with me, son.” The sheriff had white hair and looked to be ready to retire any day. I followed him out of the cell and out to the waiting area. There Crow was waiting for me, and he looked like s**t. I didn’t ask any questions as they signed me out, handing me my things, and I followed Crow out the doors. As we walked out, I saw the Chief and his asshole son yelling about their rights as they were being led back to the cells in cuffs. His son looked like he had been hit over the head with a sledgehammer. Crow led me over to my mother's car, and I looked at him with a raised eyebrow. My bike was here, and why would he be driving my mom's car and not his bike? “Get in, son. I will tell y
