“I don’t think you understand what you’re asking of me.” He relaxed in his seat, his eyes looking me over. “Even if you manage to get me out, I will be a wanted criminal. My face will be all over the internet.”
“It won’t get to that point.” I said, “After the confession you will provide to the cops, you will be switched out with someone else who looks like you and is ready to go to prison for small change. I have found a person like that which makes this perfect.”
His eyes were wary now. Not scared. Just something like awe in his eyes.
“You’ve already planned the whole thing out.”
“Everything I have worked hard for is at stake so imagine what I would do to protect it.”
He nodded, as if he understood and then leaned towards us again and breathed. “What is going to be in it for me?”
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