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Chapter Nine: The Observer

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last update Last Updated: 2025-10-30 14:15:57

“Inmate 116, Jessica Williams — you have a visitor,” the guard announced, his voice too loud for the cell block.

Jessica’s face lit up. She hadn’t had visitors in four years.

She waited until the guard opened her cell gate. The women she shared a room with hissed under their breaths as she was led away; chains clinked around her wrists. The guard unlocked the visiting room and shoved her through. Her hands were still cuffed.

She blinked. The man sitting at the table was not anyone she’d seen before. He wore a plain blue T-shirt; his hair was neat, his shoes expensive. He smelled of money.

“Five minutes,” the guard said and stepped back.

“Who are you?” Jessica asked.

“You can call me Mystery Guy,” he replied, expression blank. “I’m here to get you out.”

Jessica almost laughed. Get her out? Everyone had written her off years ago. Breaking out of prison wasn’t the kind of favor ordinary people did.

“Why would you do that?” she asked.

“Because I want something from you,” he said.
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