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102 - Boards And Placards

Author: Norma Jean
last update Last Updated: 2024-11-25 05:57:17

Inserting the key into the keyhole, the police officer unlocked the heavy metal door to the cell. The door swung open with a loud creak, but he chose to stay outside to guard the entrance, while the visitor walked right in. On entering the small room, Derek looked around. The cell was said to be the best in the prison, yet it was quite the dump. Paul sat on the hard narrow bed, facing the small barred window for the bit of light it let through. He was trimming his beards with the shaving stick he apparently wasn't allowed to keep, but was given anyway because he was a favored inmate, a small mirror in hand.

"Good afternoon, sir." Derek bowed at his waist. "I brought the suit you asked for."

"I see you've finally come to see him." Paul didn't turn around, therefore looking ominous as he spoke.

The result was Derek swallowing heavily. He'd known his boss was bitter when he'd received a call from the lawyer, Voss, delivering the errand to fetch his best suit for this day. The
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