Parole Office On Guadalupe Street 소설 & 이야기

BLAKE Thompson's office is downtown, in one of those buildings that tries too hard to look prestigious with its marble lobby and overpriced art. I've been here four times now, and each visit feels more surreal than the last, like I'm an actor playing the role of "defendant" in someone else's legal drama. Wes drives me, since I can't go anywhere without notifying my parole officer. The ankle monitor has a GPS range, and downtown is right at the edge of it. One wrong turn and I'd be violating my bail conditions.