Novels by Min Eddie

“Look…the intel I gave you was the real deal, men” Esteban argued looking at the two Federal Agents in front of him. “Or you told us what you thought we wanted to hear” Agent Eamon countered with a brisk smile. He looked to his partner to see him nod. Esteban finding humour in the statement, shook his head before looking at the Agents again. “Jesus…am I crazy?” he said, “We made a deal…now, why would I lie when our agreement is my only card outta here, amigo?” “The better question…why would you betray your wife…?” Agent Roald laid, looking at Agent Eamon. There were holes in his story but then again, his story was the only thing that made sense.

At first Boyle couldn’t help but stay quiet and stare. But seeing how awkward it was getting, he decided to break off gaze and say something. “They are as guilty as they appear innocent” he said, finding himself returning his gaze at the inmate and admiring her. Mr. Klaus offended by his first sentence to the inmate, thought to do the interrogation himself. “How did you bypass my security?” he asked. “Who was your inside man?” he asked another. Klaus was an impatient man. The kind that believed ATM queues were a waste of time when the machine couldn’t be broken open. And he was the kind that got easily frustrated at failure; somethi

The noise died down completely and without warning before Darragh could make it to the next paragraph in his read. Seeing how strange and funny it was for all inmates to go silent at once, he closed the book immediately only to catch sight of multiple shadows casted on the wall opposite him. He looked up to catch sight of multiple guards, 4 in number staring down at him with serious faces. No time for jokes? Darragh wondered. “On your feet, Schols!” the lead guard shouted; with a deep throated raspy voice. “Hey…” Darragh got up immediately as if in protest, only to but back down as his cell bars opened. “What’s going on?” he asked afterwards as the 4 guards marched in at once. “We do the questioning here, convict!” one of the guards informed before dragging Darragh together with the aid of the other three, out of the cell.

Yie’s eyes flashed open to the sight of light vanishing from his prison cell and the cell bars mysteriously open. If it was lights out, the lights would have gone off but the cell bars would have remained shut, he reasoned. But it was rather the contrary, which could mean only one thing. He rose from his bed immediately to see light in other prison cells. It most definitely wasn’t a power outage nor was it a plan to break him out of prison. It was his execution, he realized as he gazed into the dark night of his cell. Silently, he made for the tiny knife he had somehow smuggled in his possession. He knew a day like this would come; Yie clasped the metal in his palm concealing it. As he sat calmly, his mind raced far to deep ends calculating how long it will take for them to get to his cell and his next line of action. Approximately 15 seconds he thou

Ava made it out of Block C and to the infirmary alive but the guards and the other inmates, not so lucky as they perished or fell to their deaths when the bullets struck them. Where the bullets came from was the suspense itself as whichever direction anyone made it to, it hit them dead. How Ava on the other hand was able to make it through without getting hit was another mystery or perhaps a miracle to her as she stood glaring around for would be answers. All she found in return was dead silence. She had found herself mysteriously rising from bed not knowing when she slept off to the sight of inmates and guards alike running and noise increase a thousand fold as shots sailed the air. Soon, it transcended the sounds of gunshots and screams to the scent of blood flying in the air and a swarm of dead bodies covering the sight of the prison block.

Yie led the staring contest between him and his Lawyer in the visitation room as both sat waiting on the other to speak. “That’s the only way, Lee” the African American lawyer eventually spoke with his eyes blinking multiple times to avoid Yie’s. “It’s Yie” Yie corrected. Smirking, the Lawyer shook his head. “Alright Yie…” he said, finding the pronunciation all too difficult as he avoided saying ‘Lee’. “There is no way we can help you without you agreeing to the program” the program revealed. “There is no way or that is the only way that profits you?” Yie countered, pickin