Falsely accused for a drug and murder crime I did not commit, I am now a fugitive on the run.
Set up by someone who I thought I could trust, not only are the police after me but the mafia as well. I am the one to take the fall for someone else's mistakes.
He asked me to meet up with him behind a convenience store late at night for business. Me being a pal I agreed.
When I arrived I met a gruesome scene of a bloody corpse, and my friend with a bag of drugs. He threw them at me and ran, no doubt to get my prints on the items thrown.
I didn't know what to do, I dropped everything and ran. I knew the cops wouldn't believe me.
There was no evidence of this being someone else's crime and I had been brought in on drug charges in the past, and my "friend" was a member of the mafia.
I suspect it was a deal gone wrong, bad for the big boss's business. I had to vanish, so that's what I did.
I had feminine features to begin with and was often mistaken as a girl from behind so, I took my hair out of its ponytail, dyed it from blonde to dark brown and bought a new girly wardrobe.
I swung for the other team to begin with and I rather liked my adrogenous looks so Josh Matthews, became Anne Clarke. I was commited. There was no going back from here.