Kurt Hackman woke up in a cell. He wasn’t really sure where he was. His head pounded. I’m the groggy first moments of consciousness, he thought he had just gotten drunk again. Made a fool of himself and wound up in the drunk tank again. 
As he came back to his senses, he realised he didn’t recognise this cell. That’s when his heart dropped. His mind racing. His chest tightening. What had he done? It must have been something serious to wind up locked in an actual cell. Had he hurt someone? 
Questions flooded through his mind. “Hey.” He called out. Standing up and walking over to the door. “I want a lawyer.”