What Happens Next? (Dylan)
“So what happens next?” I asked.
Ben Cross, my lawyer, said, “Well, we go in there. The DA will tell the judge they’re dropping the charges and why. Then the judge will dismiss the case.”
“And that’s the end? I get my bail money back and we’re done?”
“It’ll probably take a couple of days to get the money back.”
“And no more travel restrictions?”
“No more anything, Dylan. Look… it was one thing for them to prosecute you for assault when there were no other witnesses to the sexual assault on Alex. But after this? The DA knows exactly what will happen to him, if they proceed to try a wounded combat vet who stopped a rape, when the police let the rapist go. I mean, seriously. This was as bad a case of negligence as I think I’ve ever seen. They looked at you… with your build, your angry face, your scars, and they looked at Randy Brewer, spoiled rich kid, and they jumped to absolutely the wrong conclusion.”
I shook my head. “All right. I don’t really care about all of that. I just want to make sure I’m free to travel, and that Alex is safe. Nothing else matters.”
Ben nodded. “For what it’s worth, Dylan… even though the circumstances are horrible, I’m glad they got the guy.”
The hearing was an anti-climax, taking all of fifteen minutes. Unfortunately, it looked like it was going to take a couple days to free up my bail money. My life savings. Whatever. I had places to go, and people to see. If there was ever a time to run up the balance on the shiny new Visa card I’d gotten in the mail, this was it.
This is first draft material from my newest book, Just Remember to Breathe. You can find the beginning and contents of the story, here.