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Old Man
"Heh, I knew you didn't do it all along." Louie said stopping in front of Kyle's cell after he'd approached it five times and then changed his mind.
"Really?" Kyle asked skeptically. "Did you tell them that?" He said motioning to the guards at the other end of the corridor. Louie nodded his head.
"Yeah, kid. I know you've done some bad things, but I never had you pegged for a killer." Louie replied.
Kyle looked down at the blue notebook in his hands and the line he'd stopped writing on. He glanced at the words on the pages and then quickly snapped the book closed and set it aside on the bunk. He looked at the picture he'd drawn of Annie hanging above his bunk and then back at Louie.
"Is she..." he began and then stopped.
"Yeah, she's okay. She exonerated you. Hendricks isn't so lucky. I guess that asshole paid one of the guys to kill that woman. She fingered the guy and he sang like a canary. Needless to say, Hendricks isn't at this prison, and she won't be back." Louie said. Kyle nodded silently looking at the guard.
"Another prisoner in solitary told me things were looking up." Kyle said. "An older guy." Kyle laughed. "He actually thanked me, and I have no idea why." Louie nodded.
"Probably Brookes." He said.
"Who?" Kyle replied.
"The doctor's father." Louie replied looking grave. Kyle looked at him astonished and Louie left him that way.
TBC...
