Viscous scarlet spilled from his fingers like oil from a punctured drum, thick and warm as it cascaded down his neck and soaked his shirt. My firm is interested in continuing the relationship between you and Mr. One o’clock appointment.” He handed the tablet to the female officer and said, “Ma’am, if you’ll follow me, I’ll take you to the visitor’s center. “I certainly am not.”
The man’s easy manner was replaced by a look of nervousness; his dark eyes darted around the room as if looking for someone else. It was much different than the cold florescent lights of regular prisons, and the hallways of those didn’t have pleasant classical music piped through speakers in the walls. “Everyone can always be made better.”
“Not me. Slipping the wipe back in her bag, she straightened and said, “No. Hip-hugging khaki pants were a final touch to show off the ripe curves of a middle-aged woman without breaking the image of professionalism.
