Prisoner B3087 Mga Nobela at Kwento

Blake looked cold and said, "What do you mean?" Joe said, "I've already told Dr. Zheng that you can contact him in a while." Blake nodded and frowned, waiting for time to pass little by little. At the appointed time, Joe operated the computer for a while. When the video was connected, he turned the computer over and said, "Mr. Ferguson, it's okay." A slightly older face appeared on the screen. According to the information given by Joe, this person had been locked up in prison before. After he was released from prison, he had been running around. It was not surprising that he looked old.

"Ivanov!" Andrei rasped into the phone. "This is a collect call from Pollsmoor Prison for inmate 368929. Will you accept the call charges?" Did he have a fucking choice? "Sure!" he barked his response. A moment later, his twin came on the line, sounding awfully happy for someone looking at three more years in prison, prattling away about life behind bars—from the uncharacteristically warm weather for this time of the year to his hour-long gym time outdoors.

His voice drawled nervously. "Don't fucking play with me . The fuck you mean by that?" He roared harshly, in no mood for any nonsense. His booming voice caused constable to jump up. Almost immediately, his voice from the other side came in monotonous and robotic manner. "This evening, there was a blast in the prison of two girls you had arrested. Both girls and the bomber had died. and that bomber had been identified as Edward Arnold, son of mayor. More investigations are still on going."

He nodded in satisfaction, picking up the receiver of an office phone on the counter. "Thank you, sir." We all mumbled, turning to follow the red arrow mentioned earlier. "Hey, Tuck." I heard the officer say into the receiver. "Bring the prisoner in Cell D-088 by the name of Charlie Preston to the visiting room." A warm feeling spread from my chest as my pace quickened to the visiting room, overtaking Jacob and Melissa. There were a couple of other people visiting as well, some having warm conversation while others looked like they were merely here for a staring competition, barely saying a word for the brief period I glanced around.

Jonah and Alyssa exclaimed in unison, "A prisoner in an orange-colored uniform?" "In the Fifth Prison, orange-colored prisoner uniforms are meant for felons with mental illnesses. They are distinguished from other prisoners by the colors of their uniforms." Sean blinked. "That prisoner knelt before Steven and clung onto his legs as he bawled his eyes out. He claimed that he wasn't mentally ill and that he had not murdered anyone either. He asked Steven to help him with his appeal."

Chapter 47 Alex’s POV: The sound of my phone ringing cut through the silence and jerked me out of sleep. My brows furrowed, as my hand sluggish from exhaustion, reached for the device on the nightstand. Who the hell is calling this early? “Yeah?” I answered. “Mr. Cage,” A stern voice crackled through the speaker. “This is Officer Matthews from the NYPD. Chloe Bennett escaped from prison last night.” The words punched the sleep right out of me. My body stiffened, and my fingers tightened around the phone. “What?”

Who was this prisoner, and why was his record sealed? "I want you to keep trying to access the record," I said, my voice firm. "I need to know who this prisoner is." Kane nodded, his eyes locked on the screen. I turned and walked away, my mind still reeling with different questions. “Got it!” Kane clapped his hands, instantly gaining my attention. “What is it?” I turned to meet his happy face. “Sylvester Darkmoon.” He exclaimed. “What?” I gasped, my voice ringing with disbelief.

he said cheerfully. Luciana’s eyes flicked toward my phone when she heard his voice. I could see the desperate hope in her expression, as if this call could somehow prove her right. I took a deep breath to steady myself and kept my voice calm. “Inspector Dietrich,” I began, “I want a quick update on the status of Amelia Donovan, the woman I entrusted to your care. Is everything in order?” The man on the other end chuckled lightly. “Of course, Mr. Buckman. Everything is perfect. You can rest easy. The prisoner is well-contained and watched closely. I’ve made sure she feels… let’s say, the full weight of justice for what she’s done.”

She snatched her phone from her jacket pocket and opened her phone to read the message. E: The three suspects committed suicide inside the jail. The bodies are already in the forensic laboratory at It's Okay Not To Be Okay Hospital. Mike and Casya are there to see the result. You might wanna check the prisons where the incident occurred. I’m here in the office finding some loopholes in the three video recordings of the suspects while interrogating them.

I listened to the news while cuddling myself in Dante's hold. Came back for another therapy session and ended up turning into his cuddle bear. This report already aired an hour ago while I was busy. I didn't get the time to listen to it, until I came down here to meet Dante. So, he turned on his phone and told me to listen to the very end. He said I'm going to hear something interesting. Now I'm glued to the screen, patiently waiting. And right on cue, "Speaking of crimes and justice, well known notorious criminal, Dante Cross, gave an unexpected response to this matter." I was stunned when I heard his name.