Winona Jail Roster Novels & Stories

Winona woke up feeling far more rested than she should have after spending the previous day discovering a corpse, surviving a fire, and kissing a man who claimed to remember alternate timelines. For a few blissful seconds she lay in bed staring at the ceiling, pretending she was in a normal hotel on a normal writing retreat. Then reality returned and ruined everything. Her phone buzzed on the nightstand. AVA: Breakfast. Now. If this hotel plans to traumatize us again today, I'd like to experience it with pancakes.

The three detention centers in Aurous Police Station served their respective purpose. One was for detaining male suspects and one was for female suspects, while the other was for juvenile suspects. After the four members of the Wilson were arrested, they were sent to two detention centers, with Lady Wilson and Wendy sent to the women’s detention center while Christopher and Harold were sent to the men’s detention center. Lady Wilson felt itchy and tingling when she first entered the cell. She sat on the thin bed, recalling her recent tragic happenings.

"Don't worry, Ms. Jowell. Leave this to me. I'll get her down safely." "Thank you, Officer Zimmerman." "There's no need to be so formal." Quinn was truly capable. He might need her help in the future, so it was best to establish a good relationship now. Jacob and the negotiation experts headed upstairs. Seeing the police, Winona became even more frantic. "Don't come any closer! I want to see Quinn and Lisa. I only need them. The rest of you, stay away." Why were the police here? Had she done something wrong? Were they here to arrest her?

For his damn sake again. I looked at Jason and suddenly realized the man in front of me felt terrifyingly unfamiliar. "Jason," I said calmly. "Who do you think you are, when my life is on the line?" Winona screamed her lungs out as the police put handcuffs on her. "Jas, save me! I don't want to go to jail! Jas!" Jason bolted after her, shouting, "Don't be afraid! I'll get you out, I promise!"

"Are you in some kind of trouble?" His jaw was clenched, and his fingers curled tightly into the edge of the mattress. He was hiding something. And it wasn't small. "It's nothing, honey. Let's just... What would you like to eat?" He changed the topic. I didn't respond to Jake's change of subject. I just reached for my phone instead, my hands trembling a little. The screen lit up. I saw one notification. A news headline. I blinked. Read it again. Karina Wes Karmen was apprehended by the Crisis Intervention Team during a private raid.

Winona could not withstand the impact, so she suffered severe internal injuries as her internal organs dislocated. She spat a mouthful of blood. “Senior Quinn, calm down! Calm down!” “Senior Quinn...” The actions of the old man’s phantom were inexplicably shocking. Although Winona’s strength was not as good as Ynes’, she was still the eldest disciple under the sect master of Yorkshire Palace. Her cultivation base was splendid, and she had reached the third realm to Imminent Immortal. However, facing the old man’s translucent phantom unexpectedly, she did not have any spare energy to resist him. She was almost smashed to death from the casual throw.

Kano Max Today* Cell 14 is empty. New paint. New sign: `NO UNAUTHORIZED CONTACT. PENALTY: 10 YEARS.` *3. James Today* Age 73. Released 10 years ago. Parole ended 5 years ago. Lives alone in a different state. Works as a janitor. No interviews. No book. No contact. Last check by authorities: 6 months ago. Clean. He never tried to reach them. *4. 8:22am. Every Year*

“And I was forced to take potions laced with wolfbane every Saturday. They stopped my wounds from healing and blocked my shift.” In almost every pack, wolfbane was forbidden. Without an Alpha’s order, no one could get it. Cassius didn’t need me to spell it out. Everyone could guess Harrison had ordered the prison to do this to me. His expression darkened, his mouth parting in shock. “What about your wolf? The records say you’re over eighteen.” “The warden followed orders from the Alpha’s office, but she reduced the dosage a little. In theory I had a chance to awaken my wolf. But so far, it’s still asleep.”

It is a physical discipline she is carving into her muscle memory. This isn't a CEO preparing for a business trip. This is a contractor preparing for a field operation. She doesn't look up. Doesn't acknowledge I’m here. I turn away, the image searing into my mind, and move to my desk. The laptop screen hums with the federal intake logs from the Southern District of New York. Three names, processed and caged. David Walsh — Remanded without bail Gregory Chin — Remanded without bail Patricia Voss — Remanded without bail

It was ten o’clock, and Bruce was still at the office. He had just gotten the email with the newest most wanted. He read each profile slowly, committing it to memory. Aaron R. Stokes had dark blond, curly hair and blue eyes. He was five-foot-seven and weighed a hundred and fifty-seven pounds. The last known job he had was eight years ago as a waiter in the Keys. Nine years ago, he had been arrested for money laundering and running a prostitution ring. Anthony Wayne Mandel had a box afro, clean shaven, and he weighed a hundred and forty-two pounds. He had been arrested for possession at the age of eighteen. He served four years for it. A few years later, he was found in contempt of court and