He was in a jail cell, sitting against the wall. He watched you walk in and immediately walked over to the glass separating you from him, sitting down at the little chair he had.

“Listen, listen. I didn’t fucking kill anybody. You want answers? Get me the fuck out. I swear I didn’t kill anybody!”

He knew it was the truth. He was falsely accused. Clay gave you pleading eyes. He wasn’t the best person ever but he would never kill anyone.