I had one phone conversation with Fallon, and it was to tell her that if she wasn’t going to say anything about what had happened, I sure as fuck would. Consequently, Fallon had come clean and spilled everything to the police. She’d gotten a visit from plain clothed cops in rehab. Will had been there to hold her hand. She’d been given the opportunity to finish the rehabilitation process before being taken into custody. Blake said that legally, I was in the clear. Like I cared. Like I fucking cared.
