But if his brother, the all-American football star, a guy who doesn’t even have an unpaid parking ticket to his name, is found with the drugs on him, then we’re looking at no jail time. A slap on the wrist, maybe a fine.

Until a crooked state attorney ups his charge to possession with intent to sell.

I call the station holding Tyler. It’s the same one that had Grayson a few days ago.

“Hello, my name is Melissa St. James. I’m a…lawyer…and you’re holding my client Tyler Knight.”

So, he’s my client now? Apparently so.

“Can you tell me if his bail has been set?” I ask.

“One second.” I hear keys tapping on a keyboard. “Yes, bail has been set.”

“I’ll be there soon to pay it.”

Chapter 18

My life has changed a lot since I came here for Grayson’s interview. I can’t believe that was only a handful of days ago. I make my way inside, pushing open the door, and approach the desk. The officer on duty looks up at me. “Hi, I’m here to pay bail for Tyler Knight,” I say.

“Sure thing.”

“Can you tell me what he was charged with?”

The officer turns to the computer on the desk beside him, taps a few keys, and says, “He’s charged with felony possession of the second degree. He was caught with a Schedule II drug with intent to sell.” He glances back to me.

“How much is bail?”

The figure he tells me gives me pause. I mean, I am now unemployed. But I hand over my credit card and put up the money.

“He’s in cell two at the moment,” the officer tells me. “I’ll call through and have him brought out to you.”

I’m sitting on the waiting room seats, halfway through a game of Candy Crush, when Matt Daughtry comes out through the door. He takes the seat next to me and I put my phone back in my bag. “You’re here bailing out Grayson Knight’s brother?” he asks.

“Yes.”

“Do I even want to know why the assistant state attorney is bailing out the brother of the man she’s currently prosecuting?”

I meet his eyes and say, “I’m not an assistant state attorney anymore.”

I see the shock reverberate through him. “Since when?”

“About an hour ago.”

“Jesus, Mel. What happened?”

“It’s…complicated. I don’t really want to talk about it right now.”

He blows out a breath, staring ahead. “When I was told his lawyer was out here bailing him out, I thought they’d made a mistake when I saw you sitting here. So I guess…you’re his lawyer now?”

I sigh and say, “I guess so.”

I hear him exhale again, but I can’t meet his eyes.

“Look,” he says, placing his hands on my shoulder. “Just…be careful. I know Grayson Knight is a big celebrity, but…be careful, okay?”

I nod.

Matt stands, abruptly changing the conversation. “I’m having Knight processed. He’ll be brought out to you soon.”

“Thank you, Matt.”