After following the bartender’s direction, Lewiston was able to find the jailhouse with no issues at all. He just had to walk down the road towards the end of town and there sat the small building. It was made of gray brick with a wooden sign nailed to the roof that simply read, “Sheriff.” As he approached the door, Lewiston heard a loud bang coming from inside, quickly followed by the voice of a young man yelling. After hearing this, Lewiston decided to finish his cigarette outside before going in. Quietly, he leaned against the building as he listened through the open window by the door.

"That pencil neck is still bitching!" The young man shouted. "All day and all night! I can't wait for that bastard to go to trial so we can finally get some peace around here!"

"It'll be in just a couple of days. Just be patient, deputy." An older voice said in a calming voice.

“He keeps using those big words, I can’t understand what he’s saying! And he’s always so ornery!”

“I would as well if I had to live off your cooking.”

They both laughed after the older man said that. Feeling it was safe to go in, Lewiston walked into the office and gave the door a light knock as he came in. He looked around, still a bit hesitant, but not looking scared as he asked, "Can I come in?"

"Come on in, son," The older man said as he waved Lewiston in with his hand. He was a strong man, fifty three years of age. He had a thick black mustache that was the same color as the black highlights that peeked out through the gray hair that covered his head.

“I’m Sheriff Herman and this is Deputy Runnels.”

Lewiston nodded at Runnels and couldn’t help but notice he was carrying a bucket full of piss. Archie probably used it to relieve himself in the middle of the night. 

Runnels' eyes caught Lewiston’s top hat, the deputy whistled and immediately started laughing."Look it here, sheriff! We got ourselves a suit!" He said.

"What's your name Mr. Suit?" The sheriff asked with a chuckle.

"The suit has no name," Lewiston said with a smile, "but, I do. The name is Lewiston Lee. I'm Archibald Cummings' lawyer."

"You're that fool's lawyer?" The deputy said wide eyed. Lewiston looked him over. He was a young man with lots of energy. He had dark hair and tan skin. He could be considered clean shaven if it wasn't for the stubble that was all over his face. Runnels continued laughing as he said, "Ha! Good luck!"

With that the deputy took the bucket outside to dump it in the street. Lewiston looked at Sheriff Herman as he put his feet up on his desk as he said, "Your little client has been stirring up quite the fuss, proclaiming his innocence. I feel that it's my duty to warn you that you're going to have your hands full with this one."

"If I were you, I would just drop this case and walk away," the deputy said as he came back in with an empty bucket.

"I wish it were that easy," Lewiston answered back. He then looked at the sheriff as he asked, "Can you take me to him?"

Old Herman took a deep breath as he had just gotten comfortable. He had been enjoying this conversation, but he knew that duty called. With a couple of rubs to his mustache he got up and told this fancy dressed lawyer, "Walk this way."

The sheriff led Lewiston down the narrow hallway, past two empty cells to the third one, furthest from the office. In the corner of the hallway sat a stool, so any visitor had a place to sit, but Lewiston never thought he'd stay that long. The least amount of time with this man, the better.

The sheriff took out his gun and used the butt of it to knock on the bars. In the dark cell there was a stirring. The only light being admitted into the cell was from the hallway and from the lone barred window inside his cell. Like the living vampire he was, Mr. Cummings sat on his bed with his back up against the wall in the darkest shadows of the room.

"Hey, Archie!" Sheriff Herman called out, "Your lawyer is here to see you."

Slowly his feet hit the ground as Archie slowly leaned into the light to get a good look at Lewiston. He hadn't aged gracefully, but Lewiston could still tell it was him. There was a thin layer of hair on top with thicker hair on his sides. A long narrow nose that barely held up his glasses and a small frame to hold his body together. Not very big compared to a normal man, but big enough to beat on a child.

Lewiston quietly looked over to the sheriff and asked for "a few moments alone with his client." In which he just nodded and walked down the hallway, back into the office, leaving Lewiston alone with his former teacher.

"So, what business do you have with me? That two bit sheriff is mistaken. I don’t have a lawyer" Archie said in a surly voice.

"You do now," Lewiston informed. "The school you used to work for, sent me."

His client quickly stood up and said, "They got my letter!"

"They did."

"Glad to meet you!" Archie said as he rushed up to the cell door to shake Lewiston's hand. Lewiston made no movement, but instead, just gave him a blank stare. Archie let out a nervous laugh as he pulled his hand back and asked, "What's the matter? I'm not going to hurt you."

"I know."

Archie looked over Lewiston as he started to seem familiar to him.

"What's your name?"

"Lewiston. Lewiston Lee." He responded using both names just in case he needed to remind him more of who he was.

Archie rubbed the top of his bald head as he dug into his memory a bit more. Finally, his eyes lit up and he looked over at Lewiston and acknowledged, "You were one of my students."

"Yes."

"I see you've made it far."

"Far enough."

"Can you get me out of here?" Archie asked as he rushed up to the bars and grasped them.

Lewiston was hoping he wouldn't ask this.

"If I have a meeting with the judge, I think I'll be able to convince him-"

"I mean now," Archie interrupted.

"I don't know if that's a good idea."

"Well, you're my lawyer, right?" He stated, more than asked. "Make it happen!"

Without saying another word, Archie went back into the shadows and laid down in bed like a victorious prick. Hands behind his head as he looked up at the ceiling with a smug smile on his face.

Lewiston walked back down the narrow hallway, into the office area. Both the deputy and the sheriff were sitting at their desks as they looked up at them. They were both curious about the earful they imagined Lewiston got. Without being able to hold it in any longer, the sheriff asked, "So, how did it go?"

It killed him to say this, but after a deep sigh, Lewiston was able to say, "I think my client will be best suited if he stayed somewhere else that wasn't a jail cell."

The deputy and sheriff both glanced at each other.

"Trial isn't for another couple of days," Sheriff Herman reminded.

"I am well aware of that, and I promise we will be there on time on that day." Lewiston stated. He was in full professional mode. Shoulders back and head up, showing as little emotion as possible, while still having a kind sounding voice.

"I don't know," the sheriff said as he leaned back in his chair.

Not being able to hold it in anymore, Deputy Runnels stood up at his desk and spouted out, "Let him go, Sheriff! I can't stand to hear Archie's yammering anymore!"

Herman gave Runnels a stern look for speaking out of turn. The deputy quickly sat down and pretended he didn't say anything. The sheriff then rolled the thought in his head a little bit more and finally stood up with a stretch.

"Alright. Fine." Herman said as he looked at Lewiston. "But if he escapes, it's your ass!"

"Understood." Lewiston stated.

Without saying another word, the Sheriff pulled out his keys and walked down the hall. Runnels jumped up from his desk and ran over to where Lewiston stood and peaked down the hallway to make sure Herman couldn't hear him.

"You do know what you're getting yourself into, right?" Runnels said.

"More than you know," Lewiston said. Of course, the deputy didn't know the history between Lewiston and Archie and Lewiston wanted to keep it that way. But after Lewiston said what he said, he couldn't help but notice a strange look that the deputy gave him. As if he was talking about something else.

The sheriff walked back into the room with Archie standing in front of him.

"There you go. See you in a couple days," the sheriff told Lewiston.

Lewiston motioned to the main door that was in front of the room and said, "After you, Archie."

Annoyed, Archie looked around the room and announced, "The name is Archibald Cummings. Not Archie!" He then proudly marched out of the jailhouse, leaving the three lawmen standing agape. Lewiston looked at Runnels for assistance at what happened, and he just shrugged.

Lewiston walked out of the office knowing it was going to be a long few days.