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Sam always had a way with the cops. He knew just what to say, just how to act, to make them look the other way. And so, he'd been able to get away with it for years. The abuse, the torture, the endless parade of little boys he'd used and discarded.
But even luck runs out eventually. And Sam's luck ran out when one of his victims finally talked. Sam found himself standing in a courtroom, listening as the prosecutor read out the sick, twisted things he'd done to this poor, innocent six-year-old child.
But Sam had one more ace up his sleeve. He knew the judge, had even done a few favors for him in the past. And so, when the judge looked down at him from the bench, Sam gave him a little smile, a little wink.
The judge smiled back. And then, to everyone's surprise, he announced, "Given the circumstances, and the fact that the defendant has no prior convictions, I'm granting bail. Mr. Johnson, you're free to go. But you're to remain in your home at all times, understood?"
Sam nodded, trying to hide his grin. He knew he was home free. He knew he could continue his twisted games, right under the noses of the cops, the prosecutors, and the judge.
But what the judge "forgot" is that the victim lived in the same house as Sam, as he was Sam's little brother.