Clothes Maketh The Man — Part 31.

I’m going to describe this as best I can, because even now my memory has not yet filled in all the blanks. But to recap briefly… St. Augustine’s Orphan’s Fund advertising client, Brother Billy arrested, over a million in cash in the bag left my Brother Billy in the car — Margo, boat and she tells me we’re going back to Miami. So, now you’re all caught up — sort of…

I felt the plastic ties dig into my wrists as I stood, Zap strapped to the bars that made up one wall of the cell I was in. We’ll get to how I found myself in a police cell in a small town just outside Miami in a moment, but as I stood there I was rapidly realising that whatever my intentions may have been prior to walking into this police station, right now all my thoughts were focused on the two large men that were unlocking the door and entering.

“This is the guy?” said the larger of the two.

“Yeah,” grunted the other.

“Doesn’t look much like a nun to me!” and then he laughed.

I looked over my shoulders, unable to turn around as the two men discuss me. Both were ‘special deputies’ and wore the shabby uniforms of part time weekend cops.

“Look,” I said as calmly as I could muster. “Guys, this is all a big mistake.”