Getting Kaz into the slot was easier than expected. It happened just outside the dining room. After Proctor finished her breakfast Bea followed her outside. It took just two sentences: "Proctor, how are your girls? Are you planning on bashing few of them today or pimp out to someone?" The old blonde was right on her face in that instant and the fight started soon after few verbal jabs. Everyone was so surprised at the quick turn of events that they have never noticed how Maxine pulled out a shiv and tossed it on the floor just when mister Jackson rushed out of the dinner.
He stood between the two women his eyes falling on the shiv. Quickly picking it up he called for help.
- Who had this?
- Proctor. – he heard a quick statement from Maxine and Bea.
- Against the wall! – Will said to the confused blonde. – Come on! You two get lost and be sure that I will report this.
Bea and Maxine walked away after saying „ Yes, mister Jackson." As soon as they were out of the sight they grinned at each other. That was easy!
Now, a few hours later, Bea and Maxine are on their way to meet mister Jackson. They are going down the stairs to the laundry supplies room. Maxine stayed behind while Bea continued and disappeared behind the door. Will was already there leaning against the back wall.
- Bad news. – He said as soon as she stopped in front of him.
- What is it?
- Jake visited Kaz in the slot but he turned off the cameras.
- What?! That is awesome! We have evidence. – Bea furrowed her eyebrows. – Why do you say it is a bad news?
- Because Vera said it was a coincidence.
- Are you fucking kidding me?! – She rubbed her face. Stupid Bennett, they are screwed. – Alright, then we have to wait, he will do it again. If he does it one more time the governor can't say it is a coincidence.
- Yeah, that could work. I´m sure they will want to talk. – He agreed. - How are things? Is Proctor's crew leaving you alone?
- Yes, it is all good for now. As soon as we catch him it will be all easier.
- Vera is so stubborn about this. She should allow me to get over his files or bug the staff room. I know it is a no joke to accuse an officer but she should be cautious in case it is true.
- It is true.
- I know, I'm just saying. I really don't understand her sometimes.
- Yeah. – Bea nodded. Telling him about Vera dating Stewart would be a bad idea. Not just because of Bridget but because he is hot headed and he might say something in anger. If they catch him one more time it won't matter anyway. They both started walking to the exit.
- How is Liz? – he asked.
- She is good, thanks.
They walked through the door and slowly approached Maxine.
- Great job with the shiv, very smooth. – Will said to the tall brunette.
- Thanks, I reckon the timing was on the spot.
- It was. – he nodded. – Alright ladies, stay safe. I will run forward.
- Thank you. – they both said and watched him taking steps by two. Maxine turned towards Bea.
- So? What is going on?
- It worked. – Bea started explaining. – At least somewhat. – They were slowly walking up the stairs and Bea told Maxine everything that Will said. Their plan worked but the governor is still pretty uptight about it. One more time and no one can chalk it up to coincidence. When they reached the top of the stairs they turned towards H1. It's time to get the girls and wash up before lunch.
Bea was quiet for the rest of the walk. The stubbornness of Vera Bennett spoiled her mood. Love is obviously blind. Hopefully the next time Stewart visits Proctor will open her eyes. Bea couldn't help herself just feel frustrated. This day started well. She woke up with Allie cuddled into her. Warm breath caressed her neck and collar bone in slow peaceful rhythm. She could feel the heat radiating from the younger woman all over her body. It was very comfortable waking up like that. Reaching over she placed her hand on Allie's arm. She wanted to touch her and feel something solid not just the heat. Splaying her fingers she slowly slid up towards her shoulders and back. Resting her hand there she stopped herself from playing with the fabric under her hand because she didn't want to wake Allie up.
Bea smiled at the memory. A strange feeling of calm and comfort was seeping from her stomach through her whole body. Everything will be alright. They are close to getting them. Without Stewart Proctor will be weak, she will break and if not, she will take the last option. She will bash her until the governor will be forced to place her into the protection for good. Without Stewart and Proctor in the picture, her crew will dissolve.
X
Bea was leaning against the wall in the yard and basking in the sun. She was sitting alone. The girls were gathered around the table going over a magazine. Bea took the opportunity of everyone being together and safe for taking a little alone time. She closed her eyes and let her mind go free. She was thinking about Debbie as she always did. Remembering her first words steps every happy memory she had and treasured.
Someone sat next to her and she didn't have to open her eyes to know who it is. She recognized the steps and the familiar scent. She had her nose full of it the whole night.
- Bea, I have one idea. – Allie said as soon as she placed her butt on the bench right next to the redhead.
- Yeah, what about? - Bea asked with still closed eyes.
- About how to get evidence against Jake.
- Really? Do tell. – The older woman humored her but her tone was playful, not really believing that the blonde could have any usable idea.
- I could set him up.
- What do you mean set him up? – Bea asked, her eyes darting open already hating how this idea sounded.
- So, Kaz wanted from me to you know what. – Yes, Bea knew what. She was still convinced that if she hasn't rejected Allie that day things might have been different now. - She said he has hots for me. – Allie continued. - While Kaz is in the slot, I could try to seduce him and if I manage to lure him into some dark corner maybe then Bennett will believe us.
- Interesting, I have to say, but no. – Bea said calmly.
- Bea, I can do it! I know I can!
- I know that you can. It is not about that, it is about the fact that there is no way that we will use you as bait. No! Do you understand?! That is my last word! - She turned towards the young woman.
Allie nodded but she was not happy about it. It is a great idea. But of course, Bea is determined again to have her own way. There is no point trying to change her mind now. Maybe when she will think about it a little and get used to the idea.
X
It took exactly one minute and twenty seconds for Franky Doyle to realize that something was up with her redhead friend. Bea was squirming in her seat. She was fidgeting and looked obviously distracted. Bridget is strict about patient-doctor confidentiality but she talks about prison events and gossip so Franky is well aware of the war between Proctor and her friend. Bea never talks about the problems during their visits. She always talks about the good and funny events. Franky has no idea if it was for her benefit, that Bea tries to convince her that the girls are all good and happy or if it was some sort of coping mechanism for the redhead.
One way or the other, she hasn't seen Bea like this in a long time, if not ever. Her eyes were fixed on some invisible spot on the table and her mind was probably far away. Assuming from the look on her face.
- How are you coping Red? – she asked.
- Same old shit. Can't wait to take this crazy bitch down. I could really use few weeks of peace.
- Yeah, Bridget said that she is really persistent.
- Ah, she is still kicking just because she got a screw on her side. It is hard to fight on two fronts but finally, it looks like we found the solution.
- What did you do?
- She is in the slot and we are waiting what her screw will do. They will slip for sure.
- That sounds like a good move. They will need to stay in touch. – Franky looked at the woman sitting in front of her. Bea was biting her lip and nervously drumming with her fingers. There must be something else bothering her. Bea is tough she wouldn't be so nervous for one crazy bitch. Maybe she can't get rid of the guilt.
- How is Liz? – Franky was trying to get at the bottom of this.
- She is good. Bruises are still nasty but that was expected. Other than that she is alright.
- That is good, tell her I said hi and get better soon.
Bea nodded and smiled for a second but it faded quickly and she was back to fidgeting and staring at the table.
- What is up to your ass? – Maybe direct approach will help. It worked at least a bit as Bea lifted her head and looked at her.
- Nothing. – she said.
- Bullshit! Something is up, I can tell. You are not yourself. – Franky said leaning back in her chair. – You are tense, fidgeting like a crazy. Usually, you would be talking about Allie and for...
- Why do you bring Allie up? – Bea interrupted her with a stern voice. „Ah, hit a nerve!" – Franky thought.
- Because usually, you are all Allie this and Allie that. I know more about her than about you.
- What are you getting at? – Bea was irritated to no end. Franky saw the so familiar anger in her eyes, she knows it very well there were times when she was constantly on the receiving end of those glares.
- I´m not getting anywhere just saying. You seem to be distracted and it is not about that bitch you slotted.
- Actually, it is. – Bea huffed. – She flat out told me that she will kill her. So, I'm worried as hell and what that smartass want to do? - She leaned closer and whispered. – She wants to trap the screw! She is driving me nuts!
- That is not a bad idea. If you...
- Are you insane! I won't allow her to be a bait!
- Why not? It might work.
- Seriously, you are crazy! I'm not going to use anyone as a bait!
- You just said they want to kill her. This is a good idea. From what you told me she is a tough chick, she can manage.
- I'm not listening to you.
- This is why you are so riled up?
- Leave me alone Franky. – Bea crossed her arms over her chest and leaned back on the chair. - I'm just worried that is all. This woman is dangerous and Allie has huge pink glasses on. As much as I admire her positive attitude sometimes she should remember that she is in a prison and that life sucks.
- You said that she got mixed up with Red Right Hand when she was living on the streets. I think that you are underestimating her. Maybe she is positively wired but that doesn't mean that she is naive.
- She wants to go after a screw, that is pretty naive in my books.
- Actually, she is being more realistic than you are. Trapping him is maybe the only way. You need a solid evidence if you want to win over a screw.
- No. That is not happening and I told her so. I'm not going to risk her life.
- Alright, good, lets rather talk about why I'm here.
Bea looked at her with wide eyes clearly not knowing what is Franky talking about.
- Jane. I'm here because of her. After reading her file it is obvious that I can get her out. She will get probation and some community service but other than that she would be alright.
- That is great. Thank you. At least some good news.
- Yeah, your girl did well.
- My girl?
- Allie, I'm talking about Allie. She did a good job noticing that her case is not lost. Tell her to add me to her visitor list.
- Why do you want to meet her?
- Because I have to ask her a few questions. It is a normal thing to do if we are going to represent her.
- Ah, you mean Jane. – Bea stated.
- Of course. You thought that I meant Allie. – Franky smiled, this was way too much. – You know what. I actually want to meet Allie too. – she said. – The woman who made you this messed up must be a something.
Bea just rolled her eyes. It is better not getting involved in a talk like this with Franky. The brunette is smart and witty. She will tease her to no end if given a chance. So, Bea just stirred the conversation to Bridget. That was the easiest way to keep the brunette occupied as she was always ready to talk about her girlfriend. At the end, Franky's visit did her good. Little contact with the outside and normal life made her feel better. Reminded her that there are good things in life and she walked back to H1 more relaxed.