Jacob

As the medicine is wearing off, another officer opens my door. "Up, kid," he barks.

"Where are you taking me?"

"Some lawyer's here to save your butt," he says.

Lawyer? But Oliver's not even in Candyville. How did a lawyer get involved so quickly?

I'm taken to a small room where I see a lady sitting at a table. She has short reddish brown hair and blue eyes. She's wearing a light blue dress.

"Jacob, my name is Jennifer. I'm here to help get you out of this mess," she says in a gentle tone.

I don't say anything for a minute because I don't know what's true and what's not true anymore. I've been lied to so often on this trip that the truth is something elusive.

"Dr. Henry Lee is a famous forensic scientist who has worked on the OJ Simpson and Lacey Peterson murder cases. He works at the University of New Haven," I finally say.

I see Jennifer roll her eyes. Great. Someone who doesn't like forensics.

"Jacob, we need to talk about your case. We'll be appearing before the judge in an hour so I need to hear the facts from you."

"I didn't do what they say I did," I tell her.

"I know. The doctors told me."

"Then if you know, what do you need from me?"

"I need your side of the story."

I tell her everything from setting up the crime scene that Annabell solved to finding her on the floor of her bedroom to that cop arresting me. We end with the nurse injecting me with the medicine just a short time ago.