"I know," he sighed. "But that's how the justice system works sometimes. Even out there, in the real world - guilty people get off all the time. No system is perfect." Hoping people would obey the law of their own free will was fanciful thinking, although it would have been nice.
Cole took the key silently, approaching Trenton's cell and stopping when he was close enough to make out the form of the man on the floor. "Get up, Trenton." His voice was surprisingly even, but he didn't move towards the lock yet. "We're moving you back to your apartment. You're under house arrest now."