He was a pretty sight when they booked him into jail sporting two black eyes and his broken nose bandaged.He also had a bandage around his head and a couple of stitches in his scalp, with a continuing headache that the doctors had promised would fade with time. The fact that his skull was still in one piece after being hit with a pipe wrench was a miracle in itself, and there was nothing wrong with him that a doctor within the penal system couldn’t handle. His days as a free man had just officially come to an end.He accepted that he was there because of poor judgment. He should have made a run for it. He had no one to blame but himself, but there was one thing that kept bugging him. He was missing his hair. His ponytail was gone.At first he’d thought they’d cut it off while tending to his head wound, but they’d told him it had already been gone when he’d been brought in. He still didn’t know what had happened to it, and no one he asked had an answer.Inside the cell, he stretched out on his bunk, then grunted when his feet slid off the end to dangle in midair.He was too fucking tall for the bed.He had a court-appointed lawyer coming for a visit, but Harold considered that a waste of time.
