Winona Jail Roster Novels & Stories

He informed, causing me to gulp. “So it wasn’t your first time rescuing girls from the hands of tormentors?” That explained his calm demeanor when we were at Carlos’s while I almost lost my shit. I don’t remember being affected that way. “Hmmm. But the case with Carlos was a little mild. There were no kids involved. Winona was 8, and she died while I was holding her.” “I guess we have so much in common.” I chimed in, causing him to chuckle. “Is she why you decided to stay? I mean you could have left, with all the freedom that was given to you, you could have left and we weren’t going to stop you.”

She knew I could see it. Only she and my grandmother knew that name. "I’m so happy… my Nia has grown strong in a place I couldn’t see. I’m sorry I wasn’t there with you." I shook my head through tears. I was happy too; I had never thought I’d get to see her again. "As long as you’re happy, I’ll be happy." In the end, I woke slowly on the operating table. The world had returned to normal. Winson was imprisoned for rape, tax evasion, and unlawful confinement.

The Sweeney family's stock price plummeted by 40% overnight, and several major projects were shelved. My father, Eric Sweeney, panicked and called Cameron to plead for mercy. Cameron only replied with one sentence: "You should be glad you're Hazel's father, otherwise the Sweeney family would cease by now." As for Winona, Cameron did not lay a finger on her but simply removed her from the VIP hospital ward and sent her to a regular detention center. With no leukemia excuse, no savior identity, or designer reputation, Winona was left only as a criminal suspect. She cried bitterly in the detention center, pleading for Cameron to come see her.

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

She shrugged. They crawled back into the attic and found enough snack food and water to make their stomachs stop growling. Winona felt guilty for a great many things the least of which was Cindy. She felt completely awful about what happened to her and began to blame herself. She thought about how she was going to tell her mother let alone everyone else. Then she thought sure this would be her last case…ever.

Winona had been working overtime at the company until 3:00 am. She felt lightheaded as she descended the stairs. Just as she was about to get into her car, several men suddenly rushed out from the side. One of them struck her head with a stick, and she immediately passed out. The men, all wearing caps that were pulled down tightly, quickly dragged Winona into another car. Winona regained consciousness only after being doused with a bucket of cold water. As she lifted her head, she saw several masked men in front of her. The leader threw her phone toward her.

Nonetheless, the show was just beginning. Unsurprisingly, Winona was dragged into the mess as well. All the luxury items she had received were deemed illicit assets, and she was ordered to return them in full. Other than that, she was taken away for interrogation on suspicion of embezzling company assets alongside Lucas. My lawyer told me that Winona, in an attempt to beg me for mercy, had stood crying outside the manor gates for an entire afternoon before the security guards chased her away. Days later, in the detention center, Lucas finally held on long enough for visiting day to arrive.

Mariana The jury foreperson of the National Wolf Council stood up to announce the verdict of the judges before the silent but harsh crowd inside the court. “This court has found the accused, Mariana Rose…” I clenched my hands on my lap and stared at the heavy cuffs on my bleeding wrists while comforting my crying wolf. “It’s okay, Nirvana,” I kept telling her. “We are going to be fine a month from now.” I still hoped that I would walk away free from this place no matter how impossible it may seem despite the fact that the powerful family together with the wealthy fiancé of Margot Hill, the luna of the Crest pack, the dead woman on the road, made sure I would rot in jail.

“But I thought—” Corey tried to speak, but Winona interrupted him sharply. “Enough! I only ever appear on my husband’s feed. Don’t you even know that as an assistant? Get out. I don’t want my husband getting the wrong idea about me and an outsider.” At the word “outsider,” Corey’s expression fell. Just as he opened the door, he saw me standing outside. Winona also froze when she saw me and immediately urged Corey to leave. I kept my expression neutral. “No need for that. I’m just here to grab some documents.”