I met Nick at, no, no I didn't meet Nick; he met me. Nick met me at my last job; I was a waiter at a restaurant.He waited for me one evening outside the restaurant till my shift was over. It was kind of weird. I thought he was a tourist because he dressed like he was on vacation, but he wasn't. He stopped me on my way home and offered me a job. He told me I had good looks that ladies would love and I could make good money, but he didn't tell me what the job was, but I was already interested.He handed me his business card and left in a black Audi A4, and I was sold. I was tired of my shitty job with shitty pay and shit customers. The next day I went to the address on the card; it was a club. The Red Room. It was during the day, so the club wasn't active, but it looked nice and fancy.I asked one of the bartenders for Nick, and they pointed to this office at the far end of a hallway.He was inside smoking a cigar when I opened the door. He told me what the job was, and I was skeptic

It's been two weeks since the argument between my lawyer and me. That was all she was to me, my lawyer, but sometimes I think there's something more.I did as she said for a few days but I couldn't stop thinking about the boyfriend Rachel told me about, the one Cassidy was seen in the club with. The case had died down in the media but would come up now and then on the news. All they talked about now was how she was having an affair outside her marriage, cheating on her husband with a prostitute.They are now beginning to change the narrative and it's not right, Cassidy was so much more and her name doesn't deserve the tarnishing.Today I was going to go back to the club, to review security videos and ask around. Maybe someone would be able to give me a description of this man. Getting dressed in my now everyday attire; black pants, a black t-shirt, a baseball cap, and sunglasses I head towards the subway.I get to Nick's club and make my way to his office and he's in the middle of s

The first thing I see when I open my eyes is the early morning light, seeping into the room from the curtains. I turned my head, catching a glimpse of Cynthia beside me, her body curled on her side, her back to me, her breathing short and steady. Her hair is a mess, spread out over the pillow. I let my gaze roam over her, taking in the way the sheets clung to her curves, which brought back the memories of last night, I could remember everything. My chest tightened unexpectedly, what if I asked for her help and she refused, what would I do? I traced my finger across her arm and she shifted slightly, I wrapped my arm around her waist and moved closer to her. Her body was soft against mine. I heard her inhale, and she began to stir slowly until she opened her eyes. “Mhmmm” she groaned, stretching out her arms. “ Morning,” I muttered, my voice rough from sleep. “Morning,” she replied softly with a smile. “ Man of the match, but in this case man of the night, my night” she winked

I put my phone into my pocket, just as Jill turned to me. “Manuel, so I made an appointment with a psychiatrist for you, just routine stuff. The appointment is in an hour, I sent the address to your phone already” she spoke. “Why do I need to see a psychiatrist?” “To know whether you were of sound mind that night, and to see if he can help you remember anything else, like details you missed.” “ Sound mind?, so now I'm crazy ?” “No that's not what I meant, we just need to know in case, so we can change your plea if anything goes wrong” “Wow, this was new, change my plea, as in plead insanity, like I was crazy when it happened,” I said, my tone rising. I tried to stay calm but I couldn't, pleading insanity was like saying I killed her cause I was crazy, I couldn't, I wouldn't. “Remember what we spoke about, trust” she advised. “Just go see him and let me know, it's just a few sessions” she uttered before walking away leaving me standing alone in the courtroom. After getting

When I got home. A man was waiting for me at the door.He didn't say anything to me he just handed me the folder and he left.I opened the door and stepped into the house. It was clean meaning Micheal was here today.I hadn't seen much of him these days. He was working long hours at the bar and I would come home late most days.So it was either I didn't see him at all or when he got back from work I was already asleep.I took the folder to my room and took off my clothes, stripping down to only my underwear. Seating down on the bed I opened the folder and scanned through the documents.From what was in here, the things found in the cotton wool were; sand, blood, water, and brown fiber.The sand from the cotton wool is obviously from the pot outside and the blood from what is written here matches the blood in the database.The blood matches Cassidy's blood, and the fiber is from a brown cloth, my jeans.There was no other DNA found on the cotton wool.What the actual hell is going on,