J.C. was in his new boat, lying back, taking in the sun. His

boat was a decent size, but he was thinking of getting something a little bigger, perhaps a river yacht. He could afford it; he could afford a lot of things now that he’d received his settlement for false imprisonment. With the money came new relatives and young women that wouldn’t have ordinarily given him a second look, but ever since they had published his settlement in the newspaper, he’d become one of the most popular bachelors in town. He didn’t care about women or a new boat; all he wanted in life was to be living when his son walked out of that federal prison. Thirty more months and Tommy would be free. Together they would explore the world, ride in big boats, go deep sea fishing. J.C. smiled, thinking about what life would be like once his boy was free.