Not a whole lot to tell after that, but I will say this. We were jailed for three days. They wouldn’t let us go and show them where the bodies were, and they didn’t believe our story. It was obvious they thought if anyone was dead out there, it was because we killed them. They were partly right. Finally they let Leonard call Marvin, our cop friend in LaBorde, and some words were exchanged between the chief there and Marvin. We spent another night in the cell, Leonard on one cot, me in the other across the way. Silver lining was they gave us plenty of water to drink, and they were serving macaroni and cheese again for the third time in a row. For lunches we had been having peanut butter sandwiches with water, but it wasn’t perfect. What kind of heathen serves a peanut butter sandwich without a glass of milk? Marvin came, and at first that didn’t help much, but finally he talked them into letting us lead them to the bodies.
