I close my eyes and they turn the lights on.
I open my eyes and they turn the lights off.
Jerks.
It had been another day, I think.
So, it might be Sunday.
Only one more day, if I'm right.
They put me in a new cell.
No padded walls.
Ditched the straitjacket.
But they kept up with the lights.
Hurts to move.
Bruises everywhere.
I open my eyes and they leave the light on.
I get my first real surprise.
A visitor.
A girl.
The girl.
That girl.
That one from Friday.
That one from the ally.
She looked at me and gasped.
She asked the guard what happened.
He claimed I fell down some stairs.
Wile being taken from one cell to another.
She said this pace is one story.
The guard left.
She asked me what happened.
I told her I fell down some stairs.
She told me not to cover for them.
I told her I wasn't.
She told me she knew what happened.
She asked me what I was going to do.
I told her Karma.
I told her it would work itself out.
I told her they would get what's coming to them.
She was doubtful.
She said she was sorry.
For what, I asked.
For telling the police, she said.
Her leader made her tell, she said.
He's a jerk, she said.
I asked who she was.
She told me.
She was a titan.
Damn it.
I should have known.
She told me.
My jacket had a phone number in it.
The number was for the phone at my apartment.
The apartment with the guns.
The apartment with the suites.
The apartment with the money.
The apartment with the information on all of the jobs I had done.
The apartment with the picture of my grandfather and I.
The apartment under the name E. A. Poe.
The apartment that screwed me over.
Damn it.
She told me, they wouldn't let her see me, yesterday.
She told me, thank you.
She told me, I would be in jail for a long time.
I told her I would be out Monday.
She told me they had a lot of evidence.
I told her, when I get out, im going to stop killing people.
She told me, they might give me the chair.
I told her i'll see her on Monday.
That's when I passed out.