If you’ve been reading this blog for awhile, earlier this year I mentioned on a few posts that I am a bail bond agent. I wasn’t active until the end of April and it wasn’t until the past couple of weeks that I actually began bailing people out of jail by writing their bonds. Overall I’d have to say this is a great side hustle that was worth the 6-month wait, but it’s become quite apparent to me, as with all things that almost seem too good to be true, that it is a double edged sword.
I received a message from the company I work for asking me to meet *Kathy, one of the managers, in a different city this morning. Of course I obliged. Any time Kathy wants to meet means I’m going to earn a few dollars. When I got there however, the co-signer for the defendant was running late so Kathy and I got a chance to chit chat while waiting. Man oh man the stories she told!
Yesterday was kind of rough because while Kathy’s a manager, she’s also an agent. There was one guy that had a crazy record, but somehow his co-signer convinced the company to write a bond on his behalf to get him out of jail. Sure enough, when it was time to go back to court the defendant was missing in action. After calling the defendant and coordinating a time for him to come in, he finally did. Because the company’s HQ’s is across the street from the city jail, it was arranged for the defendant to come to HQ’s, and from there he’d be escorted by Kathy across the street and be placed in custody. Do you know this man peacefully came to the office, peacefully walked across the street and then when the door was opened for him to enter the jail he took off running?! Yes. He wasn’t caught either. As a result some retrievers had to be called…crazy.
So Kathy was frustrated because this simple bond for the high risk defendant has turned out to be a whole lot of trouble but then this morning she received another call from a fellow agent. The other agent was really upset because a man she bonded out of jail not too long ago committed suicide last night. Aww man! When I asked Kathy what his charge was for she said, “Underage stuff…he liked children. I guess it was all too much and he gave up.” Sick. Sick. Sick. It made me realize right then that you can’t get personal feelings involved. Someone knew what this man was accused of doing, yet still supplied the money to get him bailed out. And because bail bonds is what we do, we have to pay the money and get him released, regardless of his guilt. Sick. Sick. Sick.
So around this time, the co-signer we’ve been waiting on for roughly an hour showed up. The defendant doesn’t have a job and his bond was set to a really high amount. It turns out the co-signer is his girlfriend/fiancee who is working hard at a restaurant, mothering their child and overall supporting the family who now had to waste her income tax refund on this man who has no job, no car, no…nothing. It made me wonder how much farther along in her life would she be if she managed to drop the dead weight and invest more in her livelihood.
I have more stories for you all, some more dramatic than others, from other days that I’ve been on this job but I’ll save them for another time. Either way, it really causes you to take a look in the mirror at your own life and evaluate some things. Truth be told, most of us are just one poor decision-making action away from being locked up and calling on a bond agent ourselves. At least I know I am. It’s crazy when you look at what some of these people are charged with and know that you’re capable of doing the same thing, if you haven’t already done it before, and for whatever reason you’re out here and they’re in there (except for that pedophile…I pray that none of you are on that flow, and if you are…GO GET HELP NOW!!!!!). Or in the case of the girlfriend/fiancee…how many of us have been ride or die for a significant other who definitely wouldn’t reciprocate our loving actions?
Either way, enough of my rambling thoughts…just thought I’d share some of the things seen and overheard; it’s just another day on the job.