“What is it you think I’m thinking?” I ask, leaning my hip against the cell.
“That I’m goin’ to do something bad and get back in here. Well, you’re wrong. I will never come back in here.”
“I hope that’s true,” I say, pushing back. “Good to see you again, Maximus.”
Luke gives me a half-smirk and we move down the hall to the next cell. This one holds Jimmy. He’s only twenty-eight years old. Jimmy suffers from schizophrenia, and so far is dealing with prison life, however Mandy is working on getting him moved to a better-equipped mental facility. We like to check on him, make sure he’s doing okay, but he rarely comes out.
He’s serving fifteen years for pulling off an armed robbery at a bank. He shot three people, killing one. He got away with a whole lot of cash, and was caught only weeks later. To look at him you’d think Jimmy was just a normal man, with his sandy-blond hair and green eyes, but there’s so much going on behind that exterior.
“Good morning, Jimmy,” I say, staring into his cell where he’s sitting on his bed, staring at the wall. He does this most days.
He looks up at me, his eyes empty.
“It’s good to see you,” I say, my voice strong.
I am tough when it comes down to needing to control one, but otherwise I speak to prisoners in a calm, respectful tone. There is no need to make matters worse.
Jimmy begins murmuring to himself, answering questions and making out like he’s speaking to another person.
“Do you know what Bill told me?” he asks, finally focusing on me.
Bill is one of the voices that haunt Jimmy.
“What did he tell you, Jimmy?”
“He told me how to escape. He showed me how to kill the guards and get out.”
Slightly concerning, but mostly talk. It would be extremely difficult to escape. In fact, I’d go as far as saying it’s impossible.
“But you know what would happen if you escaped, Jimmy. Don’t you?”
He shakes his head from side to side. “Bill will keep me safe.”
“Have you talked to Mandy this week?” I ask.
He presses his cuffed hands to his chest, suddenly changing the subject. “It hurts right here, like I can’t breathe.”
Jimmy also suffers from severe nightmares. Jimmy’s mother tried to drown him in the bath when he was five. He remembers it clearly and tells me often, repeating her exact words.
“My momma tried to drown me,” he says, his eyes going vacant as he repeats the same words she told him, words he’s told me so many times over. “Jimmy, you’re a bad child, and bad children go to hell. I can’t look after a bad child anymore. You make me angry because you’re such a bad, fat, ugly child. I am doing you a favor. This is where you’re meant to be.”
The words still give me the chills, and it breaks my heart to know that a child of only five could be treated so badly.
“I’ll talk to Mandy, okay, Jimmy?”
He nods. “I like Mandy.”
“She likes you, too. Have a good day,” I say, staring at him for a second longer before leaving.
We continue down the halls. We finish up with the last six prisoners in the ward. By the time I’m done, it’s already lunchtime. I make my way into the break-room and see Tristan right away, coffee cup under the machine. My stomach grumbles as I walk up and stop beside him.
“Do me one while you’re there,” I say.
“Ash,” he murmurs, turning to look down at me. He looks edgy about something; his jaw is tight and his eyes fly past me a few times before he focuses. “How’s it going?”
I shrug. “The usual day. How are you? You look stressed.”
He shakes his head. “Just a stressful day.”
“Hey,” one of the newer guards says, turning up the television. “Check it out.”
I turn and watch the screen. There are police cars and crying people standing outside a building. I squint and see it’s a local café, just down the road from my house. My heartbeat picks up as I listen.
“This afternoon, tragedy broke out in a local café. A gunman, believed to be from the Jokers’ Wrath Motorcycle Club, killed four innocent people who were enjoying their lunch out. Witnesses say it was a bloody massacre. Security cameras were down, so information at this point is still sketchy. It is said the victims were a family, the father being multi-billionaire businessman, Johan Reed.”
My throat tightens as the reporter goes on.
“Nobody else was hurt and investigations are underway.”
“Shit,” the guard at the table says. “What the hell would cause someone to go in and kill an innocent family?”