"My inmate's a serial killer," I said again.
"And you're not scared the slightest bit?" Awuoi's confused expression switched to an amused one.
"Come on," I pulled my chair closer to the table. "He's a nice guy!"
"Psh, yeah, a nice guy who happened to kill people."
"But Mark's changed! He's a different man now," I attempted to convince her.
"Mark?"
"Yes."
"As in...Mark Crew?" my girlfriend's eyes flushed with nervousness.
"Yes..." I raised an eyebrow. "Is there something special about him?"
"Erm..." she bit her lip.
"C'mon Awuoi, you can tell me," I assured.
"How can I?" her eyes began to tear up.
"W-what do you mean?" I stammered.
"Mark Crew killed my childhood friend. She was only 19."
"O-oh. I'm so sorry."
"He should be sorry. After all, the bastard killed his girlfriend." 'Girlfriend???'
"Yeah..." she muttered. "Nancy Heath." 'Looks like I'll be asking Mark some questions later.' "I should go."
"Wait," I reached out with my free hand to catch her attention as she got out of her seat. "I gotta ask you one thing."
"What?"
"Why me? I'm stuck with a life sentence while there are so many other lucky men in the world who would be amazing boyfriends."
"Well," her mouth formed a slight smile. "Why break up with you when you get the chance to redo your life? I don't want you to waste one year without me."
"Awuoi-" my sentence was broken off by a sudden kiss from my girlfriend. 'Is the guard watching?'
"I gotta go," she pulled away before the guard saw us. "Have to see a friend," Awuoi winked. 'Mmmhmm...'
"Alright," I sighed. "Have fun then."
"I will," she smiled, grabbing her purse. "I'll see you later?"
"Yeah," I nodded with a slight grin. "See ya."
"You too."
I watched the steel door shut as my girlfriend left the room, patiently waiting a few seconds before curiously turning around to see what the guard was doing. 'What the fuck is he doing?' I raised an eyebrow, then being thrown off by another sound. The sound effect of the door opening and closing. My head rotated to see who the surprise visitor was, only to have anger brought into my brain as I faced the man who towered over me. A blackmailer, the person who threatened loads of innocent people to join his side, using his intimidating appearance to scare others into believing him. I narrowed my eyes at the prosecutor, watching as he sat down with no clear expression to his face. It was just...blank.
"What are you doing here?" I spat. I wasn't afraid to be rude, after all, it the was the typical personality of a prisoner.
"Just wanted to see how you were doing," Samuel Smart said blandly. 'Bullshit.'
"Pfff, as if," I rolled my eyes. "You just came to see how I was suffering, didn't you?"
"Umm..." he stared for a brief moment. "Not exactly..."
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Blame: Book 2- Tick Tock (The Sequel to Book 1)
Mystery / Thriller(READ "BLAME: BOOK 1" TO FULLY UNDERSTAND THIS SEQUEL.) It's been a year since the Nightmare Murders, and Woody is still bedridden, trapped within the grasp of a coma. Meanwhile, Dan's leg had healed, and he was getting his career back on track aft...
