Chapter Fifty-seven

Handing over the contract to the police officer, I stand up to leave but recollect that Kelly might still be in lock-up, so I swing around. " Excuse me, officer, please I would like to see my ex-cell mate, I don't know if she is still here?" I request.

" Who is that, do you know her name?" He asks.

" yeah, Kelly! Her name is kelly. She was brought in yesterday and we shared the same cell room." I illustrate.

" Oh you mean, the spoilt bratty? Here she comes." He gestures with his head tilting backward while using his chin to point towards her direction.

What he said and how the officer described Kelly wasn't appropriate in the least, deeming her " a spoilt bratty" is an awful thing to do especially for someone like him. A mere glance at him I presume he must be at the age range of forty-five to fifty, which means he must be married and probably have kids. He never thought that being a parent, The girl in question might be his daughter or his son tomorrow, and that