Kanabec County Jail Roster Novels & Stories

I pulled into the visitor parking lot of the building known to house some of the most dangerous criminals on the planet. They don't call it the Alcatraz of the Rockies for nothing. I presented my badge to the door guard. “I know your facility doesn't have visiting hours again until Thursday, but I have reason to believe DeMarco Kaine has some involvement in an ongoing case back in Groverton.” “Detective Hendrik. DeMarco Kaine is on infinite solitary confinement after killing two inmates with his bare hands...” Shocker... “However, I will speak to the Warden to see if he will grant you clearance.”

Rip jerked his chin at the bathroom on the way back to main reception. "That'll be it." He adjusted his brown hat that matched his uniform. "The board up there's got the schedule rotation and anything Casper County sends us. We can hold arrests overnight for booking, but no longer. Shifts are twelve hours, four days a week. Three men on at night, three during the day, including me. Be here at seven a.m. Monday morning. We'll get you registered with a badge and weapon." He gave Nate a once-over. "And uniform. Anything else?"

I whispered, kissing her hands before getting away. “Let me come with you.” Helder added as we left to see what brought inspector Kane here. With a grimace, we went to see what he wanted though I had a comprehensive idea of what it might be. Keeping my dominant composure, I entered the lounge, greeted him and came to the main context instantly, “Yes, Sir?” “Mister Cannedy, I have an arrest warrant against you for assaulting Sam Mort, for blackmailing and also doing the same to Jared Raz.” He informed me apologetically.

"Well fuck that, that’s not happening." Sara tapped my leg demanding to be in on the conversation, and I put the call on speakerphone. "So what’s the play?" "Where is he holing up? What kind of crew are we looking at?" I gestured to Sara to start writing the information down. She quickly pulled her laptop near her and started taking notes. "He’s got a crew of about twenty-five guys. Some of these guys have… impressive rap sheets, Jaxon. They are holed up on the east end near Crutch Corner. I can’t get more specific than that, I’m sorry."

Not everyone would know about Biden's imprisonment here. Then, Charlie remembered Leandro, the informant that the police officer had mentioned to him, so he asked, "Have you heard of Leandro?" "Yes!" Dean nodded hastily. "I know Leandro. He's very smart and quirky and knows a lot around here. He has a nickname, BP Know-It-All, BP for Brooklyn Prison. He is in cell number 15, not far from here." Charlie inquired, "Tell me all about the inmates in the prison, especially the gangs here."

Nicolas's number. "I need to take this," Anna said. She answered. "Nicolas?" "Good news. We just arrested Kane Houston. He is in federal custody along with James." Nicolas sounded satisfied. "His lawyers are already screaming but we have enough evidence to hold him on kidnapping conspiracy charges." "What evidence?"

"So, my friend. What brings you here today? I know you didn't drive all the way to my home just to drink tea and hear me play matchmaker." Alpha set his cup down on the table. His expression shifted but still calm and controlled. "I need a favour," Alpha said. "Of course. What do you need?" "There's a man currently being held in King County Jail. His name is Isaiah Kennedy. He was arrested morning on charges of kidnapping, unlawful imprisonment, and arson." Arvind pulled out his phone and made a note. "Isaiah Kennedy. I'll look into it. What do you need from me? "I need him to stay in jail," Alpha said. "For the rest of his life."

Three weeks passed slow for Bohdan who was now a sickly version of what he had been. The constant sunlight flooding his cell and lack of blood left him weak and pale. He was transported to the courthouse covered with a blanket to keep him from burning from the sun and was set up at a table with his public defender attorney Jack Shultis. This was the first time he had contact with his attorney and he knew he didn’t have a chance in hell. Across the room sat the county attorney and prosecutor Ed McDaniel who had been working the area for years and knew the judge well. The room was filled with interested locals who came to see the show and what would happen to the person accused of serial murde

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

“Right down to business I guess. Bernie Stone.,” Hearing that name felt like alcohol poured on a fresh wound. My stomach went cold. I could see her small hand in my head… her sweet little face, her panicked whispers… the demons that she sees in her sleep. Bernie was one of them. “Where’s he?” I bit down a groan. “County jail. Being processed for murder. Shot a cop but hasn’t been charged yet.” I leaned back, lit a cigar just so my hands wouldn’t curl into fists. “And?”