Ch.3 First Clue

I opened the file and saw the usual. Innocent, unsuspecting, young girl in the victim description. You’re not serious. The only part of this job I hate, she’s 11 years old. I huffed in frustration and looked for any info on the guy. 31, disgusting. His name, Alejandro Sheel. He does indeed have a criminal record, he’s stolen a couple cars and was a suspect in a robbery but was let off from sudden evidence being handed in. It doesn’t say by who. Looks like I’m visiting the prison, whoever handed in Alejandro’s salvation got arrested because he incriminated himself. Why is the name blocked? Private purposes? For what, you’re a criminal. I searched through the file for a police officers name or somebody who was involved in this case. All I found was a lawyers name. Benji Kole. I typed his name into the computer and was thankful to find he was actually helping a client at the local prison. This case was opened just a month ago, he came back rather quickly. I shut the folder and stood, heading for the door. All eyes on me as I leave with a set direction. The prison.

The prison was quite far, which is weird to me? I parked right off to the side, hidden from the front, glass, doors. I approach and run what I want to say through my head. When I enter there is only one other person present besides me. It was a very serious looking middle aged woman. The first thing I noticed was that she had horrible, bright red lipstick on. Her dark, short hair was pulled into a tight bun. She had glasses sitting just below the bridge of her nose and a blue scarf to match her ugly blue blouse. She looked like a librarian. Or the front desk lady you find for prisons. Her head turned to me with what I would assume to be a natural scowl. “How may I help you?” Her voice wasn’t inviting, it wasn’t captivating, it was shrill and everything unpleasant. It exactly resembles her features. “I’m here looking for a Benji Kole. It seems he is here with a client and I just need to talk with him.” I showed her my badge that explained my title and she nodded with a tight face. She looked back to her screen, clicked the mouse a few times and pointed down a hall. “Room 4a, 7th door on the left. Left.” She repeated and I almost rolled my eyes. “Thanks a lot.” Is it strange how lonely I feel? Ever hear a saying about when you’re the smartest in the room you’re the most lonely? I would say that applied to me but that would make me arrogant wouldn’t it? As I started for the hallway I suddenly realized why she repeated left. The rooms on the right hold the most valuable thing to an open case. Recorded confessions, anonymous tips, and video evidence. All of it, just sitting in the rooms next to me. Just a chunk of metal away. I fixed my gaze back to my main objective. Room 4a appeared and I prepared to open it and walk in with confidence. God, confrontation…no. I sighed quietly and turned the handle. I pushed with effort and was met with a spacious room that consisted of a clear glass wall and an entire board of electronic devices for the room next to us. There was one boy in a swivel chair, staring intently through the glass with headphones on. Through the glass stood a tall and well rounded looking man next to a pathetic boy. He looked small, skin and bones, and had the most melancholic look on his face. I’ve seen quite a few of those. “Who're you?”