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"Sir, I have some news on Kevin Harris." One of the guards says, entering my office."

Looking at him, I say. "What is it?"

He looks around the room, trying not to make eye contact with me. "He's been talking to one of the prisoners, and they are trying to figure out a way to escape."

I rub my hand across my face. "Keep an eye on them. I can't have them escaping on my watch. Besides, the boss won't be happy knowing he's trying to escape under our watch. Do you know who he would go to if he did get out?"

"No, I heard his entire family disowned him after he stole from them."

Good. We have the guy where we need him.

"Thanks for letting me know." I look at my phone as it starts to ring. Picking it up, I say, "Hello, Twin Towers Correctional Facilitates. This is Collins."

Voice: Hey, I would like to see a prisoner tomorrow.

Me: Can I have the name of the prisoner?

Female voice: Sure, it's Kevin Harris.

Me: What's your name? I'll put it in the books.

Female voice: Thanks, my name is Julia Harris.

Me: The doors are open for visitors between 10 and 3. Please, come during those times.

Julia: I will. Thanks.

She hangs up the phone.

The boss will have a field day when he learns she will be at the prison tomorrow. Shit is going to hit the fan with her visit.

Pulling out my phone, I call the boss.

Boss: Hello, Collins. What do you want?

Me: You told me to call you if Kevin has any visitors. Well, he's going to have one tomorrow.

Boss: Who's the visitor?

Me: Julia Harris.

Boss: Fuck, he's quiet for a moment. Collins, I'm going to send people over tomorrow. Call me when she gets there.

Me: Yes, boss.

Boss: And make sure no one reveals their true identity to her.

Me: Yes, Boss.

Boss: If Kevin steps out of line, I want you to punish him. He can't reveal too much of what's going on. If he does, we have to kill Julia, too, and that will be a shame.

He hangs up the phone.

The boss didn't seem too impressed that Julia was coming tomorrow. Maybe I should find a way to put her in harm's way so she would stay away from the boss's business from now on.

I press the button on the walkie-talkie and communicate with two of my best men: "Rogers and Simpson. I need to see you in my office now." I let go of the button.

"Yes, Sir," Rogers says.

Then Simpson says. "I'm on my way, Sir."

A couple of minutes later, they walk into my office, and I look at them. "Tomorrow, Kevin's going to have his first visitor. I have a plan to keep her away from the boss's business."

Rogers smiles. "What are we going to do to scare her?"

"I think it would be best if we get one of the prisoners to start a fight with the guards, and he steals the keys from one of you. A riot starts while she's there, and maybe have a prisoner hurt her."

Simpson looks bored. "I know the right prisoner for the job. He's been itching to get out of here for a while."

"Great, talk to the prisoner and get this plan underway. I will let you know tomorrow what time she comes in."

"Yes, Sir."

"You're dismissed." I watch my trusted men walk out of the room. I finish up some paperwork before I make my rounds.

As I walk around the prison, I make sure that everything is locked behind me and that the prisoners are in their cells. At Kevin's cell, he looks at me. "Collins."

A smile spreads across my face. "Well, if it isn't my favourite prisoner. I have some news for you."

He sits up on the bed and looks directly at me. "I'm not interested in what a corrupt prisoner official like yourself has to say."

I throw my head back and laugh. "You'll care about this one. Because it involves someone you care about deeply."

He stands up and walks over to the bars, placing an arm on them. "I don't care about anyone. After everyone turned their back on me, I had no one. So, whatever you say doesn't matter."

"Yeah," I pull my baton off my pants and tap the bars. "Julia Harris is coming to visit you tomorrow."

A vein appears on the side of his neck, and he puts his hands through the cell and grabs my throat. "Tell me you're fucking joking?"

"No, she'll be visiting you. If you tell that girl anything, the boss will kill her."

He shakes his head. "No, no, no. She can't come tomorrow. She's supposed to be on Nova Island. Safe from everything that's happening in Los Angeles." Kevin lets go of me and walks back to the bed.

"She's back and ready to see you." I walk away from his cell and check on the other prisoners.

Kevin's one of the easiest prisoners to get revved up.

"You bastard," Kevin yells. "If you hurt her, I will make you regret it."

I'm not going to regret doing anything. When the boss finds out about my plan, it will be too late for him to stop me. I don't care if he gets pissed at me for doing something on my own.

As I continued to walk around, I saw one of my favourite prisoners.

Johnson looks at me as I approach his cell. He stands up. "Hey, Collins."

Leaning against the cell, I say. "I need your help with something."

"I'm your man."

"Good," I say, looking down the hall. "I need you to get into a fight with Harris. Give him some bruises. He has a visitor tomorrow, and I want her to see him at his worst."

He laughs. "I can do that. He's on dinner duty tonight, so getting him will be easy."

I don't say anything and continue walking around.

The cells open, the prisoners form a line, and they go to the cafeteria.

I stand at the gate and watch as everyone enters the room.

Kevin walks over to the food and starts serving his fellow inmates. He pours food onto Johnson's plate.

Johnson says something before walking over to Harris and throwing a right hook. It connects with his face.

I press the button on the walkie-talkie, and I say, "Please, don't interfere. They need to work this out themselves."

Harris throws a right hook, and it hits Johnson's temple.

Both men keep throwing punches.

Harris has the upper hand and throws another punch at Johnson, knocking him out. He stands up and spits blood on the floor. Looking at me, he says. "I know you planned this, Collins. Someday, you're going to end up in here, and I'm going to have a field day when it comes to killing you." He is dragged out of the room by a few guards.

I'm never going to end up in a place like this.