In Jamaica, no one knew where Junior was.
The police were searching, his girlfriends were searching, no one could get a clue.
Junior hadn’t told anyone what he intended.
He’d heard he was wanted for murder and ran. He didn’t know where he was going to run to, it was just that a bus going to St. Thomas was in front of him and he got on.
He couldn’t take prison.
Although being linked to the Corner One Posse and the Bull Bay Commandos gave him credit, being locked up, considering that Jamaica’s prison system is one of the worst in the world, had him prefer death.
It was just chance that he recalled a guy talking about the ganja runs when he was serving his pre-trial sentence, and a lot of it was pasted in his head.