Fallen
#9
I liked Warden Henry Pope. He believed in second chances, I both admired and envied him for that. After our meeting he escorted me through the prison, back to where I started. I was lucky to have escaped another run in with Bellick, who seemed to be extremely engrossed in a conversation with a few other guards. As I exited the building, the next wave of visitors made their way inside. It seemed to take far less time to get to my car then it did to get from it to the prison when I arrived. I guess it was like going to summer camp as a kid. You're so anxious to get there, that it seems to take forever, and the trip home is over before you know it.
As I was unlocking my car I began to feel like I was being watching. Preparing myself for an encounter with the Secret Service I slowly looked up, only to see that I had gotten all worked up for nothing as I made eye contact with my sister. She and Nick made their way past my car each of them giving me a nod of acknowledgement.
Lincoln Burrows was lead from his cell to the room where he would meet with his attorneys, Veronica Donovan and Nick Savrinn. The last time they had met Veronica and Nick had to leave early because of the riot. Lincoln sat across from them, letting out a sigh, thankful that they were safe.
"How is he?" he asked of his son. "He's fine. Sacred, but fine." Veronica replied, hoping to put him at ease. "Where is he?" he inquired, not liking the fact that L.J. was somewhere alone. "He's at a friends place. I promise you he is safe. No one knows he's there but us." Veronica assured him. "How do you know that?" It wasn't that Lincoln didn't believe her; it was just that he was worried. "No one knows that we know the person whose place he's at." Veronica said. She understood Lincoln's worry, but still she wished he would understand that she would never put L.J. in anymore harm than he was already in.
The entire visit was spent discussing the new information that had been uncovered, except for the last five minutes of it. "There's a student at Loyola, her name is Lyndi Deacon. She's a Criminal Justice major and she is doing a paper on your case. We met with her yesterday, and she wants to meet with you, if you want." Veronica explained as she watched Lincoln think it through.
"Does she think I'm guilty?" He asked bluntly. Veronica wasn't sure how to answer that question, luckily for her Nick did. "I don't think that she believes that you're innocent. I mean, she's seen the evidence, read the court documents, all of that. Which we all know suggests that you're guilty, but I don't think that she is one hundred percent that you did do it. She seems more interested in why you were there than if you did it." "This is more than likely the only chance you're going to get to make someone believe your innocence. She'll listen to what you have to say, not tell you that you're a liar. I really think you should talk to her Lincoln, please!" Veronica pleaded with him.
Lincoln thought their words through, noting the desperation in Veronica's voice as she tried to convince him. "When can I talk to her?"