He leaned closer to the bars, lowering his voice. "I don't know exactly who yet, but I've got suspicions. The evidence they're throwing at me—it's too clean, too convenient. It's like they're tying a bow around my guilt."
Cara studied him carefully, her sharp gaze combing his features for any hint of deception. Yet his desperation seemed genuine. "You think this is more than just bad luck, huh?"
"I know it is," Travis insisted, his voice trembling with fervor. "Look, I don't have all the pieces yet, but if anyone can figure this out, it's you. You're damn good at this, and I trust you won't let an innocent man rot in here."
[This guy doesn't know you actually wanted him locked up,] Hagrit chimed in.
'Yeah, I did want him locked up.'
[Did? You're having second thoughts?]
'I'm still working that part out.'