Escaped Convict Today Near Me Novels & Stories

The news hit the Bright residence like a thunderclap in the middle of a clear night. Cecilia stood frozen in the living room, her tablet screen glowing with the breaking headline that had just shattered their fragile peace: HIGH-PROFILE PRISONER ISABEL CHEN-BLACKWOOD ESCAPES METROPOLITAN FACILITY. WARDEN SUSPECTED ACCOMPLICE. MANHUNT UNDERWAY. Her hands trembled so violently she nearly dropped the device. The room, moments ago filled with the soft sounds of Hope’s laughter as Ethan read her a bedtime story, now felt suffocatingly silent.

’ I groaned out loud, turning in bed with my head throbbing so violently it affected my eyes. My hand rubbed on my eyes with the call coming repeatedly. ‘What is wrong Sunny?’ I snapped. ‘One of the prisoners escaped. Beta Helix is still trying to get information from the others but it seems he had help.’ A groan pulled from me as I shot up straight. My anger burned all the pain and grogginess away. ‘What?!’ It was a rhetorical question but of course Sunny repeated it all. ‘I have been trying to reach those on border patrol, they are all silent, I am heading there now.’

The body of the terrible guard slides down the sharp stone walls, and a pool of blood begins to surround him. "Hurry up," exclaims the cupper-eyed man charging the gun. The four escapists run down the corridor turning to the right, trying to forget the lifeless body of the officer. The way to the dock was long and confusing, but fortunately, they had not had another incident; however, that didn't mean that something bad could happen. "Yes, Mr. Craig, I think more than half of the guards had too much to drink...."

Kano Max Today* Cell 14 is empty. New paint. New sign: `NO UNAUTHORIZED CONTACT. PENALTY: 10 YEARS.` *3. James Today* Age 73. Released 10 years ago. Parole ended 5 years ago. Lives alone in a different state. Works as a janitor. No interviews. No book. No contact. Last check by authorities: 6 months ago. Clean. He never tried to reach them. *4. 8:22am. Every Year*

Martinez knelt down, checking for a pulse, and immediately grabbed the radio attached to his vest. "Dispatch, this is Unit 4," Martinez yelled into the receiver over the roar of the downpour. "We have an officer down on Route 9. The inmate has breached transport and fled into the woods. Send an ambulance and backup immediately. I repeat, Marcus Webb has escaped custody and is on foot."

He runs his hand over his neck in frustration. Craig's private investigator enters the office and looks at Gregory. "Go on, it's safe," Craig tells him "Alright, I found out that one of those bloody prisoners, that is a deadly kidnapper escaped from prison yesterday morning, he is on the run and he had to kidnap several girls immediately after his escape..." "So?" Craig interrupts him, he hates long explanations. "In a nutshell, when he kidnapped girls, he sold them to three places, but among the three, the one on the outskirts of town was deadly, it's called the slaughter market." Gregory's eyes bulge out.

Daisy whimpered and Rosy kissed her forehead. “I missed you too,” she replied. “Okay, let’s get out of here. You should take that girl to the hospital,” the sheriff shouted from the car. We began to walk to the car before the sheriff’s voice stopped us. “I just received bad news,” he said, looking pissed. “What’s wrong?” Caleb inquired. “I received a report from the station…” he stopped and stared intently at us before completing his words. “Evan Morris broke out of prison.”

"He is going to do something to the trial itself. Something that makes the outcome irrelevant." Victoria and Marcus exchanged a look. "What do you mean irrelevant?" Dara said from the window. I looked at all of them. "If Creek cannot control the verdict," I said quietly, "he will find a way to make sure there is no verdict at all." The room went very still. Then Garrett burst through the door breathing hard. "We have a problem," he said. "A serious one." Marcus straightened. "What happened?" Garrett looked at me directly. "Owen Reeves escaped from Moonridge an hour ago," he said. "He is in the forest between here and there right now. Alone. Running."

In no time we got to the house, and everyone was here and looking worried. “What’s going on?” I asked. “Thank you, officers; you can take your leave,” Papa said. The men bowed their heads, leaving. “Take Hailey to her room,” Dad told the maids, and they took her. “What did they say?” Dexter asked. “Quinn and the two other inmates, Joel and Sasha, were last spotted close to the train station in Anderston,” Dad said. “Which means they are already in the country,” I said, my heart racing. Norman reached for my hand, rubbing it slowly.

"They kept us in an old estate near the border. No windows. No service. I had no way to get out until three days ago. That’s when I escaped." My stomach twisted. I gripped his arm. "Escaped? How?" "One of the guards slipped up. I managed to get a phone. Called Dennis. After that, things moved fast. They got me out, but we had to stay quiet until I could show up." I turned around to face him completely. I moved onto my knees, water spilling down my arms. I looked him in the eyes. "We are arresting Vincent tomorrow." I shook my head slowly, still processing. "I thought I was going to lose you."