Indian River Inmate Search Novels & Stories

I didn't even know who the hell that was. “He does what he's paid to do. He doesn't want you dead. He was asked to have you killed.” The horror of this sent chills down my spine, but I refused to break or let that take over, so my shoulders were straightened when I asked, “By who?” “According to his tracked call location the two suspects are a man from India, Raj Jumah. Or a female residing here in California, Cassie Boe.” My blood might've been cold before, but hearing her name made it boil. Madly.

Her shirt bears a photo—'Mom, 34, pancreatic failure'. He vomits. ''' Later. Jail intake. Stripped. Searched. Orange jumpsuit. Stinks of bleach and despair. Guard smirks. “Heard you’re a doc. We got inmates 'dying' to meet you.” Fisher’s new cellmate? A hulking man. Tattoos. '“MURDER”' knuckle-dusted. “Hey, 'Doc'.” The man cracks his neck. “My brother OD’d on your Oxy scam.”

Vanya POV I sat on the cold metal bench in my federal holding cell at three in the morning, unable to sleep despite the exhaustion weighing down every part of my body. The orange jumpsuit they had given me smelled like industrial detergent and defeat, and the fluorescent lights never turned off, making it impossible to forget where I was even for a moment. "Vanya Reed, inmate 47892," the guard had said when they processed me earlier that evening. "You're being held pending trial for money laundering, conspiracy to commit fraud, and operating a criminal enterprise."

Soren Halvorsen was a guided missile launched from his past, armed with old grief, and Ian was the homing beacon. He was about to type a response, to set a new, final plan in motion, when a soft ping came from a secondary monitor….a priority news alert he kept running for certain keywords. The headline flashed in stark, bold letters: BREAKING: HIGH-RISK INMATE ESCAPES BSI. RYAN VOGT, CONVICTED KILLER, AT LARGE. CONSIDERED ARMED & EXTREMELY DANGEROUS. For the first time in years, genuine, ice-cold fear gripped Zhedya’s heart. It wasn’t for himself. It was a primal, electric terror that shot straight to his core.

The sirens were activated again, accompanied by the flashing red and blue lights on the double-cab van. Sergeant Chandler Newman drove the lead prisoner transport vehicle, which contained half a dozen criminals, including the father-and-son duo Crawford. Beside him, Lieutenant Myles Rodrigues accompanied him as they drove toward the prison designated by the state court for Gordon and Henry as permanent inmates, while the rest remained suspects pending their cases being brought to trial. *** At the same time, in a quiet warehouse complex, Rayden Dabusche gathered all his men. He wanted to investigate who the rat was who leaked information about his crimes to the internet, leading to Emily Car

Tomorrow. *2. 6:00am. Kano Max. Visitor Entrance* No notice. No call ahead. Elma, Willa, Nathan + 2 lawyers + FCCPC rep. Warden: “You can’t just—” Willa: “We can. Inmate 4417 tried to use our company to commit fraud. We’re checking how he got info.” FCCPC rep: “We’re with her.” Gate opened. *3. 6:30am. Records Room*

Inishola sat at his desk, the late afternoon sun casting a warm glow through the large windows of his office. Papers were strewn across the surface, evidence of the chaos that had taken over their lives since Emily's kidnapping. His phone buzzed, snapping him out of his thoughts. He glanced at the screen, frowning at the unfamiliar number. "Hello?" Inishola answered, his voice weary. "Mr. Inishola, this is Dr. Peterson from the Riverview Mental Hospital," a voice replied on the other end, its tone professional yet urgent.

"No, today I am so happy. I am not putting you down. I want to keep kissing my wife, and also our baby. Mwah..." "Huhu. You are so cute today. No, the cutest husband in the world..." "I am the cutest husband of my wife who is the cutest wifey in the universe. Mwah..." *** One month passed since they were here in India. Nick had been taking care of his company works from here and also trying his best so the old man would accept him. Back then though some members did accept him the old man showed him a red flag. Nick needed to make him accept him so since that day he had been working on it. Now, excluding the old man, every member of the family was so happy with having him as a family member.

Dan said, and Rony’s forehead creased. “India?” He raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, maybe possible. Mishka belongs from Varanasi and it’s a great tourist place, so quite possible that they would go there.” “Right, it’s a great place!” Dan agreed, and his mobile phone started ringing for the third time, and Lorenzo’s name flashed on the screen. “Rony, I need to take this call. Please excuse me.” Dan said, and Rony nodded. Dan received the call while walking out into the garden area when a servant appeared in the living room with two cups of filtered coffee.

What was I going to do? How could I possibly get out of this? My phone rang snapping me out of my thoughts I fumbled for it in my pocket my hands still shaking. I didn’t recognize the number. “Hello?” I answered my voice rough. “Is this Mr. Russo?” a formal official-sounding voice asked. “Yes, speaking. Who is this?” “This is Sergeant Miller from the State Penitentiary. I’m calling regarding inmate RicardoMelendez.” “What about him?” I asked, a new, different kind of dread filling me.