-Fuck.
That is first thing Jenny says after she and Jenny read the letter.
-Somebody saw us-Tracy concludes.
-It's impossible-Jenny says.-I was very carefull. There was only one other girl there. Lyberian was all intto doing something on his computer.
-Maybe somebody saw me few days ago, saw two of us going in libary today and... did the Math-Tracy says. She starts having headache again and breathing heavily. She starts desperately tryng to calm herself down and feel better. She sits on Jenny's bed, having no energy to climb on hers, and bends down her head.
-Who would do such a thing?-Jenny asks herself.
-Maybe real killer-Tracy says.
-Anybody could put it here, since cell doors are kept unlocked during this time-Jenny concludes.
-We... we need to report this-Tracy whispers.
Jenny glares at her, then sits next to her.
-To report this?-she asks her.-And confess we were researching about that? What do you think, how will they react on that? Murder brought them expensive lawsuit and lots of bad publicity olready. Do You want to be paroled? They will be interviewed by parole board. Who knows what would they made up to keep You and me here as long as they can, only to stop us from being free again and spread stories about that outside. Do you want NOT TO be treated any worse than you are? If we report this, we will be in deep shit, believe me. And how could they found out who left the note anyway? It is writen with capital letters, so handwriting analysis is impossible. I recognize this type of paper and ink. They can be found in libary and easily tooked and used by anyone. We touched the letter and olready walked all over the cell, ruining fingerprints, shoe prints, DNA traces and all other possible clues. Only security camera wich looks directly on our cell is broken and it won't be fixed till tomorow, and letter was so close to doors that anybody could slip it here from outside while passing through hallway without being noticed by guards, since we left cell doors partialy opened.
Strangely, Jenny's talk calms down Tracy a little.
Jenny walks into toilet in their cell, tooking letter with her and leaving doors opened. In front of Tracy, she rips letter above can, leting pieces to fall in it, then flushes it down the toilet. She washes hands in sink with water and soap, wipes them with paper towel, dumps it in trash can near by, and walks out, closing the doors behind. She sits next to Tracy and puts her hand around her neck.
-We will simply stop researching about that-she says.-And that's it.
-But what about victims?-Tracy says.-She deserves justice. REAL justice. And girls who are serving time for crime they didn't commit...
-I know-Jenny says.-But, unfortunately, sometimes we just can't make it all right.
Tracy starts cryng, and Jenny gently hugs her and gives her gently, friendly kiss at her forehead.
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Mile is siting at his desk in his classroom. It is Biology class. Their teacher is talking about evolution.
He starts thinking about religion. His family are Catholics, but he feels he realy moved away from that religion. But know...
He just can't imagine that there is nothing after death, that he and Tracy won't be together forever, not after he felt how it is to be seperated from her.
And, if it is, will they be on the same place?
By their religion, God would forgive sins to anybody who feels regret, but is that enough?
And if God exists, why did he aloud that to happen to Tracy and eleven murders wich she commited?
He can't remember solution about that right now, but he knows it has something to do with free will.
He decides not to think about that now. He's too tired and drained.
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Tracy is siting at desk in her cell, doing homework. Jenny is lyng at her bed, reading book.
-I still can't figure out why would those girls confess something what they didn't do-Tracy mentioned
-Maybe somebody threatend them to do so-Jenny suggests.-Or paid them. But what about bloody fingerprints and shoe prints.
After short silence, Tracy says:
-I hace a theory. Killer aranges meeting with Melany prior to the murder. He orders her to take a shower futher to place other girls do so she, or he, could sneak in to, I don't know, talk to her, as he said. But when time is up, he knocked her of so she couldn't scream or fight off, and brata her to death. Girls eventualy stumble thete found her and, in shock, try to help her, leaving bloody fingerprints, palm prints and footprints. Killer shows up, expecting that, threatens them with, I don't know, something and makes them confess the murder and show regret for it in change for lighter sentence.
-But how could he she, or he, came in without being seen by someone or taped by security camera in hallway?-Jenny wonders.
-And who would have such authority on them?
-Maybe somebody who works here-Tracy suggests, and both her and Jenny share a frightened look.