“So to what do I owe this visit?”
“Is there somewhere we can go that's a little more private? To the
beach maybe?”
“Sorry, I can't go.”
“You're not allowed to leave this fenced in area? This actually is
jail.”
“I'm allowed – I just can't right now. I'm waiting for someone.”
“You mean aside from me? Who would be more important than your old
friend, a friend who took a twenty-five year sentence for you?”
“How did you manage to get out so soon?”
“I made the warden my friend.”
I raised a skeptical eyebrow.
“The little lawyer you paid for is worth the money, I guess.”
“Is that why you're here?” I whispered, “For your money? I've
put your share into a Swiss bank account. I have all the information
written in my bible.”
He laughed, not his awkward little chuckling laugh like before, now
his laugh escaped as a single boom: Ha!
“Oh, you're serious,” he realized.
“I'll get the information to you. I'll call you later this week.”
He asked the woman behind him if he could borrow a pen. She instantly
lost interest in the haggard man beside her and I could see the
flicker in her eyes as she passed him a pen. He didn't notice. He
took the pen and wrote his number on a napkin for me. He passed the
pen back to her.
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