Kittitas Inmate Roster Novels & Stories

"Mr. Sutherland, this is the strategic plan for the next quarter. Kindly review them at your earliest convenience." I took the documents from her, scanned through the report, and signed my name on it. "By the way, Mr. Sutherland," Susie continued, a hint of hesitation in her voice. "We received a call from Waverton Prison earlier. They said that several inmates wanted to see you." My hand paused for a second. I asked, "Who are they?" "Remy Lincoln, Karen Beech, and Sandra Leach." I leaned back against my executive chair, the images of those three despicable faces resurfacing in my mind.

Or why Jonathan’s head was about to drop into the basket. The clearance machine beeped into work. "Jonathan Fackler ayy?" The guard said, looking expressionlessly at the inmate about to be released. "Still don’t understand what in the world you’re doing here man. It doesn’t make any sense. You have no records here, no criminal records from the Exasthen Police Database, it just doesn’t make any sense why you’re in this penitentiary. I don't even remember seeing you around these parts before" he said, checking him with a metal detector before walking back to let him through.

“What…?” “Oh, you didn’t know? Some of the inmates in the state prison are relatives of your victims.” “That’s not…” “And by the way, the scapegoats you used to take the fall for your crimes? They’re in there too.” “You’re lying!” “Of course not. In fact, I heard that Randy is in critical condition after getting into a fight during lunch.” “What…”

The silence inside the vehicle was heavy, suffocating, broken only by the frantic tapping of Adrian’s fingers on his tablet. ​“Tell me it’s a bluff,” I whispered, staring at the back of his head. “Tell me he can’t actually reach Jerome inside a maximum-security county jail.” ​Adrian didn’t turn around. His shoulders were hunched, the muscles of his neck corded with tension. ​“I’m checking the inmate roster for Block D,” he said, his voice tight. “Thomas—Silas—said he had ‘associates.’ I’m cross-referencing the names with known cartel affiliates.”

' This guy makes me wanna kill him with my own hands . ' thought Kiran , forcing himself to remain calm . " I should just keep going and not annoy you any longer . Where is my cell ? " said Nick with a smile . " You have been here many times . You already know the way . " said Kiran annoyed . " What ?! You are really letting me stay in prison ?! " said Nick shocked . " If you don't want me to assign you a life sentence in prison them shut that mouth of yours and get out of my sight . " said Kiran angry .

Ati approached the prison, the stench of the place hitting her as she walked in, but she ignored it. She had come with a purpose. After taking permission from the guard, she headed straight to where Katie was held. She knew where they kept pack members who had offended, and it didn’t take long for her to find Katie curled up by the wall. “Katie,” Ati called out softly. Katie stirred and looked up, her eyes wild. She made a low growling noise, warning Ati to leave her alone. But Ati wasn’t easily intimidated. She stepped closer.

He had no choice but to agree that he would be tripped up by the leading inmates in the jail who were friends of the Police. Kitty saw the illegal activities right inside the prison. Indeed they can cook drugs and hide illegal weapons from oligarchs who favor the police. Every day, every night, Kitty always cries. He was imprisoned and tortured for a sin he did not commit. He really wanted to speak, but his neck was being controlled by the leader. For Maria and Cindy, it was a thorn in their chest when they found out that Kitty was okay. But Maria still has something else to carry. It had been a few weeks since her last meeting with Victor. Their last conversation did not go well because of

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.”

He just watched me, like he could see through the bullshit, but wasn’t ready to call me on it. Finally, he said, “The inmates who sparked the fight were detained. Ice Cell. Seven days. That’ll buy you a little breathing room.” I smirked faintly, though it tugged at the stitches in my side. “Detained? That’s a pretty word for frozen alive in a box.” “Call it what you want,” Tommy replied evenly. “It keeps them from finishing the job.” For a second, the room was quiet. Just the beep of some monitor tracking my vitals, the scratch of Anaba’s pen against her clipboard. My body ached like hell, but my mind? My mind was a firestorm of rage and restlessness.

The detective said. “He cannot function on his own.” Kit said. “What exactly are you saying?” The detective asked her. “I don’t know.” Kit said as she sighed. “I mean, is he going to jail?” “He would have to go to a care facility for criminals after he is evaluated.” The detective said.