This is goodbye…” He offered up a handshake. Glanced up at the guard tower and awkwardly wiped his hands “Well, the bus into town comes on the hour.” The Warden “You got someone to pick you up?” the Superintendent Nothin’ but a damned flesh merchant with a calculator. Nothing more than a money laundering scheme for bigīusiness and politicians. The Superintendent nodded to himself as he caught up The released prisoner moved on ahead of his former “And a little advice for you, Warden Rivers? You’re a “If I was you, I’d be making my peace with my maker. Not with the time you have left.” He studied John’s tired eyes. “You should be proud of that.” “Still doesn’t negate the fact that I killed three people,” the “You did a lot of good for a lot of men in here.” The That little cut and dice will give me enough cash till the end game.” “Of course, it never came from me.” “Best I can do is that Mexico thing for you, John.” “I appreciate it, Warden. The prisoner waved goodbye to the man in uniform and continued with the Warden down a long ramp towards a parking lot. The gate in front of them buzzed and swung open automatically. “I understand, warden.” Rivers gestured with his meaty hand to a guard in a security shack.
Board wouldn’t even let you in the damned prison hospice program since you were due for parole. Locked up nearly fifteen years, then they cut you loose when the big bills start comin’. “Well, if it was me, I’d sure as hell be taking it personal. “Damned shame what the system can and can’t do, John.” “I can’t cry over spilled milk, Warden Rivers.” The tall and suntanned Superintendent walked with the freed prisoner towards the last gate to freedom. This book, or parts thereof, may not be reproduced transmitted, or stored in whole or in part by any means, including graphic, electronic, or mechanical without the express written consent of the author except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.įor contact information for the author, visit CHAPTER ONE The names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
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