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Chapter 43. |The Colonel|
Blake Johnson died on September 1st at exactly midnight. The doctors said it was the 'heart attack'.
Belinda Johnson hadn't completed the Bible.
When I woke up a few hours later in the same hospital where he died, I was arrested. Not for murder, which was the weightiest of my offences but for breaking and entering a psychiatric hospital and releasing a high profile patient. The memory of me being held in the questioning room at the police station was a blur, and I barely remembered any of the questions the hook-nosed lawyer my mom had hired had asked concerning the footage of me breaking into the ward.
They had fired my mom.
The lawyer had managed to get me off with only a major fine but that was only because he had everyone convinced that Blake's death was the cause of my trauma. However, I wasn't going through any trauma, just telling anyone that would listen the whole story.
"I killed
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