Adam’s luck had run out. Tony was never lucky so he was back where he had been so many times before, police custody. Adam sauntered over in his bright orange jumpsuit. He never thought he would end up here in the County Jail. He hadn’t really been thinking at all. For years he was in a self-induced drug fog. It was much like his actions weren’t even his own. It was like he was possessed. The time in jail was one of the first times, in a long time that his mind was sharp. Sharp enough to understand the deeds and mishaps that landed him behind bars. He knew in advance who was coming to visit him in jail. It was a routine at this point. He had been here awhile and his mother visited with him twice a week. Everyone was held in the county lock up before trial and sentencing. Adam sat on one side of the glass partition. His mother Jane sat on the other. She would never be comfortable in this environment but she had to see her son. It didn’t help that this had made the local papers. Adam knew he was an embarrassment to the good upstanding Hardwick name.
