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Study
The solitary prisoners were led in chains to the library. Once inside they were each given their three sheets of paper and allowed to move about the room freely to do their work. Most of the men in solitary were interested in the law books. They were trying to find loopholes to help their cases, and with any luck, get a sentence reduction, or their freedom.
Kyle was trying to stay alive. He'd been given no official information on the doctor's condition, but the little that he did hear was bad. His fellow prisoners and the guard staff were railroading him into a death sentence he didn't deserve, if she died.
He could tell they were enjoying themselves aside from the fact that he didn't give them the reaction that they wanted to see. If he hadn't helped the woman at all, this would already be over with. He would be sitting in a cell in Block H waiting for the needle.
Kyle leafed through the thick books, scanning statutes and looking for the information he needed. He barely noticed the man who sat down across from him until he'd grabbed the cover of one book and slammed it with a loud thudding sound in front of him.
Kyle looked up at the man, angrily, and then looked about and saw they were being watched. As mad as he was, he wasn't going to risk another scene and give the prison officials any more ammunition.
"What?" He asked calmly, belying the rage inside.
"Not going to need that, kid." The older man said. Lines had long been worn through the man's face, and he studied Kyle with his pale green eyes. If he had to guess, he'd say the man was in his fifties.
"Why is that?" Kyle asked.
"I'd say you'll be back in your regular cell by the end of the week." The other man replied. Kyle shook his head and opened the book again.
"Right," he said thumbing through the pages, "because you have inside knowledge like everyone else here."
"I do." Sully replied. "But better 'goods' than anyone else here. You just tried to break out at the wrong time, kid. Word is that the shiv was handed to the guy who attacked the doctor, along with promise of a windfall and a sentence reduction."
Kyle leveled his gaze with that of the older man's. His heart pounded in his chest as he realized that he really had been set up. Sully was an honest man. He'd never known this man to lie about anything. He'd been the one who'd told him about the infirmary when they'd met a year before. Sully had wound up in solitary afterward, for what Kyle could not remember.
"Who else knows this?" Kyle said, trying not to sound upset and failing.
"By now, I'd say everyone important who wasn't involved." Sully replied. "You're the guy who did Howie Willow?" He said pointing to his own nose.
"Yeah." Kyle replied nodding. Sully nodded with him.
"I wish I'd never told you 'bout that place. When I look at you, kid, I see a cold, unfeeling sonofabitch. What I want to know is, why you even bothered to help her. You don't seem like the kind of man who gives a rat's ass about anyone else. I'm sure it wasn't out of the kindness of your heart." Sully said.
"I don't know." Kyle replied, remembering the woman lying bleeding on the floor and a whispered voice in the back of his head said, 'doctor'. The other prisoner nodded.
"I can buy that." He said. "In any case, thank you." The man said and got up and walked across the room to another bookshelf without looking back leaving Kyle staring after him in confusion.
"For what?" Kyle asked himself quietly.
To Be Continued...
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Study
The solitary prisoners were led in chains to the library. Once inside they were each given their three sheets of paper and allowed to move about the room freely to do their work. Most of the men in solitary were interested in the law books. They were trying to find loopholes to help their cases, and with any luck, get a sentence reduction, or their freedom.
Kyle was trying to stay alive. He'd been given no official information on the doctor's condition, but the little that he did hear was bad. His fellow prisoners and the guard staff were railroading him into a death sentence he didn't deserve, if she died.
He could tell they were enjoying themselves aside from the fact that he didn't give them the reaction that they wanted to see. If he hadn't helped the woman at all, this would already be over with. He would be sitting in a cell in Block H waiting for the needle.
Kyle leafed through the thick books, scanning statutes and looking for the information he needed. He barely noticed the man who sat down across from him until he'd grabbed the cover of one book and slammed it with a loud thudding sound in front of him.
Kyle looked up at the man, angrily, and then looked about and saw they were being watched. As mad as he was, he wasn't going to risk another scene and give the prison officials any more ammunition.
"What?" He asked calmly, belying the rage inside.
"Not going to need that, kid." The older man said. Lines had long been worn through the man's face, and he studied Kyle with his pale green eyes. If he had to guess, he'd say the man was in his fifties.
"Why is that?" Kyle asked.
"I'd say you'll be back in your regular cell by the end of the week." The other man replied. Kyle shook his head and opened the book again.
"Right," he said thumbing through the pages, "because you have inside knowledge like everyone else here."
"I do." Sully replied. "But better 'goods' than anyone else here. You just tried to break out at the wrong time, kid. Word is that the shiv was handed to the guy who attacked the doctor, along with promise of a windfall and a sentence reduction."
Kyle leveled his gaze with that of the older man's. His heart pounded in his chest as he realized that he really had been set up. Sully was an honest man. He'd never known this man to lie about anything. He'd been the one who'd told him about the infirmary when they'd met a year before. Sully had wound up in solitary afterward, for what Kyle could not remember.
"Who else knows this?" Kyle said, trying not to sound upset and failing.
"By now, I'd say everyone important who wasn't involved." Sully replied. "You're the guy who did Howie Willow?" He said pointing to his own nose.
"Yeah." Kyle replied nodding. Sully nodded with him.
"I wish I'd never told you 'bout that place. When I look at you, kid, I see a cold, unfeeling sonofabitch. What I want to know is, why you even bothered to help her. You don't seem like the kind of man who gives a rat's ass about anyone else. I'm sure it wasn't out of the kindness of your heart." Sully said.
"I don't know." Kyle replied, remembering the woman lying bleeding on the floor and a whispered voice in the back of his head said, 'doctor'. The other prisoner nodded.
"I can buy that." He said. "In any case, thank you." The man said and got up and walked across the room to another bookshelf without looking back leaving Kyle staring after him in confusion.
"For what?" Kyle asked himself quietly.
To Be Continued...
Feedback is Welcome!
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