Alice’s POV
“I guess you've known the truths of your sister and husband” George said
“That’s old news”
“Oh, well congratulations on your divorce “ a crooked smile registered on his lips as he settled on the low bench, out at the open visit room. This time his freedom was limited with free air and free hands to move on the small wooden table between us.
As were many others inmates who's families or close ones were at their sides in discuss of whatever made value to them. Each seat was an officer with hands fold at the back in straight posture of readiness for any encounter.
“I want you to tell me who he is, is he behind Peter's death?.“ Even thou Dave had been proven innocent, I wanted to know the culprit or at least why?. And somehow I just knew George would have the answers to those questions bugging my head.
His fist laid still on the wooden table as his stroke through his trimmed beard with the other hand, with mild smile at me.