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Best regards,

Leroy H. Ellison

My breath hitches in my throat and I read it again, then again.

The envelope is clipped to the letter by a paper clip, and it is stamped INMATE CORRESPONDENCE.

Son of a bitch.

I don’t know what to do. All I know is what I want to do, and that is drive to the Marion prison and punch this fucking guy’s throat in.

What. The. Fuck.

I can’t even think clearly.

I stalk out of the office, knowing that Sasha will call for the car. I’m right. Roger is waiting at front doors to usher me into the back.

“Home, sir?” he asks as he climbs in the driver’s seat.

“No. Drive around for a while, please. I need to clear my thoughts.”

“You got it.”

The limo noses out of the lot into the street, and I stare absently out the window, at the traffic, at the trees, at the people walking on the sidewalk.

I should put Leroy Ellison out of my head.

There’s nothing he can offer me that makes speaking with him worth it.

Except… what had my mother said?

It doesn’t matter. She’s gone now, and probably anything he says would be a lie. I can’t trust him. I know that. As I think, I rub at the scar on my hand, the scar he gave me, back when I was a little boy and couldn’t fight back.

I’d watched him sexually violate my mother when I was shoved into the closet, and then… well, she’d died.

I don’t know what, if anything, she said in between. I was in the closet, hiding like the scared little boy I was.

What had she said?

Damn it. I’m pissed because this is exactly how he wants me to feel, and I don’t want to play into his hands.

I’m not going to play int

o his hands.

I’m not.

Fuck him.

Nothing my mother said will change the fact that she’s gone.

I pull out the bottle of muscle relaxers that Natasha gave me and toss a couple into my mouth. Then, I wait. The pain dulls, relaxation comes. They must be pretty strong, because it happens quickly and brings with it a rush of dizziness.

“We can go home now.”

Roger turns toward home, and the drive goes quickly, because he’s taking me to my wife.

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