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him to pick up
something for you. We don’t usually feed detainees because they’re not here
long. They’re sent to Orange .”
“That’s mighty
nice of you to think of me.” I took a big bite out of the chicken leg and then
said, “Give my compliments to the chef. This is so good.”
“I’ll be sure
to pass your message along.”
“It’s been over
two hours, Deputy Rager. When can I get out? Is my lawyer here yet? How about
my husband?”
“So far, no one
has come for you. It’s just you, me, and two other deputies. Everyone else is
out in the field. It’s been a real hectic day, what with that double homicide
over in Ruckersville. You didn’t kill anyone, did you?”
“Not today.” I
joked.
“You’re funny.”
“I’m sure you
know why I’m in jail, deputy.”
I think the
deputy tired of me. “I’d better get back to work, Mrs. Blackhawk.”
“You can call
me Jesse.” I was trying to get her to warm up to me by being nice. I didn’t
need anymore enemies. “It’s creeping me out being in jail all alone. Solitary
confinement is a real drag. And another thing, I regret my earlier attitude
towards you. I’m sorry. It’s just that…”
“What?” Deputy Rager
asked. “You can tell me.”
“I’ve been bad.
I made a promise to the sheriff, and I didn’t keep it. I know I did wrong by
going back on my word, but I had to go talk to that woman in person. She gave
my mama some bad shampoo, and all I wanted to do was make things right. I get so
tired of people cheating people. You sell someone an inferior product, you
should be held accountable. You need to replace it or give the customer a
refund. Don’t you think so?”
“Yes, I do,”
Deputy Rager said. “But I think you went about it the wrong way.”
“Perhaps I did.
Maybe I should’ve…”
She cut me off.
“I’m sure you can work it out with Sheriff Hudson when he gets back. You didn’t
mean to hurt that woman, did you?”
Smart deputy—she
thought she was questioning me without my ever suspecting a thing. But I’m
smarter than she thinks. She wasn’t getting anything out of me that I didn’t
want to give. “I didn’t hurt her. All I did was try to return a rancid bottle
of shampoo. That video doesn’t tell the whole story. I just wanted to get a
refund for my mother. You know how moms are. They don’t want to make waves. The
woman made me mad when she said insulting things to my mom, so I squirted her
with her own rotten shampoo.”
Realizing she
was wasting her time, Deputy Rager excused herself and walked away. As she
reached the door, she called out, “Eat your food. It’s going to be a while
before you get to see the sheriff.”
“That’s right.
He’s handling a homicide. Who got killed?”
“Sorry. Can’t
give out that information.” Then, she was gone.
Time seemed to
stand still. No one had come to help me out, and I was feeling sorry for
myself. “Where is everyone?” I yelled down the hallway, but no one answered.
Two more hours had
passed, according to the digital wall clock over the exit door. That’s when I
realized why people have killed themselves in jail. It’s a horrible, lonely place;
add that to someone’s who’s already severely depressed and you got yourself a
recipe for disaster.
Another hour
passed, and then another. By then, I was ready to slam my head up against the
wall. “Let me out of here,” I screamed as loud as I could. That’s when I
noticed a small camera in the upper left hand corner of the ceiling. Why hadn’t
I seen it earlier? So, they’ve been watching me the whole time, I thought to
myself. Well, I’ll give them something to see. I started banging my head
against the bars and screaming nonsense about killing myself. I figured that
would get their attention.
It must have,
because the door opened and Deputy Rager walked back in. She took the ring of
keys and opened the cell door.
“Sheriff Hudson
wants to see you before we transport you to Orange
something for you. We don’t usually feed detainees because they’re not here
long. They’re sent to Orange .”
“That’s mighty
nice of you to think of me.” I took a big bite out of the chicken leg and then
said, “Give my compliments to the chef. This is so good.”
“I’ll be sure
to pass your message along.”
“It’s been over
two hours, Deputy Rager. When can I get out? Is my lawyer here yet? How about
my husband?”
“So far, no one
has come for you. It’s just you, me, and two other deputies. Everyone else is
out in the field. It’s been a real hectic day, what with that double homicide
over in Ruckersville. You didn’t kill anyone, did you?”
“Not today.” I
joked.
“You’re funny.”
“I’m sure you
know why I’m in jail, deputy.”
I think the
deputy tired of me. “I’d better get back to work, Mrs. Blackhawk.”
“You can call
me Jesse.” I was trying to get her to warm up to me by being nice. I didn’t
need anymore enemies. “It’s creeping me out being in jail all alone. Solitary
confinement is a real drag. And another thing, I regret my earlier attitude
towards you. I’m sorry. It’s just that…”
“What?” Deputy Rager
asked. “You can tell me.”
“I’ve been bad.
I made a promise to the sheriff, and I didn’t keep it. I know I did wrong by
going back on my word, but I had to go talk to that woman in person. She gave
my mama some bad shampoo, and all I wanted to do was make things right. I get so
tired of people cheating people. You sell someone an inferior product, you
should be held accountable. You need to replace it or give the customer a
refund. Don’t you think so?”
“Yes, I do,”
Deputy Rager said. “But I think you went about it the wrong way.”
“Perhaps I did.
Maybe I should’ve…”
She cut me off.
“I’m sure you can work it out with Sheriff Hudson when he gets back. You didn’t
mean to hurt that woman, did you?”
Smart deputy—she
thought she was questioning me without my ever suspecting a thing. But I’m
smarter than she thinks. She wasn’t getting anything out of me that I didn’t
want to give. “I didn’t hurt her. All I did was try to return a rancid bottle
of shampoo. That video doesn’t tell the whole story. I just wanted to get a
refund for my mother. You know how moms are. They don’t want to make waves. The
woman made me mad when she said insulting things to my mom, so I squirted her
with her own rotten shampoo.”
Realizing she
was wasting her time, Deputy Rager excused herself and walked away. As she
reached the door, she called out, “Eat your food. It’s going to be a while
before you get to see the sheriff.”
“That’s right.
He’s handling a homicide. Who got killed?”
“Sorry. Can’t
give out that information.” Then, she was gone.
Time seemed to
stand still. No one had come to help me out, and I was feeling sorry for
myself. “Where is everyone?” I yelled down the hallway, but no one answered.
Two more hours had
passed, according to the digital wall clock over the exit door. That’s when I
realized why people have killed themselves in jail. It’s a horrible, lonely place;
add that to someone’s who’s already severely depressed and you got yourself a
recipe for disaster.
Another hour
passed, and then another. By then, I was ready to slam my head up against the
wall. “Let me out of here,” I screamed as loud as I could. That’s when I
noticed a small camera in the upper left hand corner of the ceiling. Why hadn’t
I seen it earlier? So, they’ve been watching me the whole time, I thought to
myself. Well, I’ll give them something to see. I started banging my head
against the bars and screaming nonsense about killing myself. I figured that
would get their attention.
It must have,
because the door opened and Deputy Rager walked back in. She took the ring of
keys and opened the cell door.
“Sheriff Hudson
wants to see you before we transport you to Orange
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