Ferdinand and José were placed in the same cell but Kate and Alma were placed in different ones as females.On the same night of the day they were found guilty, Ferdinand remained awake in the cell until midnight while José fell asleep at ten o'clock.The cell had no windows. Just three walls and the fourth wall being replaced by steel bars holding prisoners in.The entire place smelt like puke and dust. A feeling of death lurked about. A lot of things unseen to a normal citizen have happened in that prison which should not be mentioned at all.People who became prisoners there were treated exactly and even worse than the criminals they were. And most times, the level of suffering to be endured by the criminal depends on how high the crime committed.Ferdinand got up and restlessly walked about in the cell wondering to himself if this was how it was going to end for him."Will I be wasting my further years suffering in prison because of that chameleon of a man?" Ferdinand gritted his t

"Your brother escaped. Yes. But how does that mean I helped him? You told me to leave him there and that was exactly what I did. You watched me lock the cell after you walked out." Mr Alfredo Clayton told Ferdinand.Then how the hell did he manage to get out?" Ferdinand's tone lowered a little."How should I know? We left at the same time." Mr Alfredo sipped on his wine again.Ferdinand tightened his fists as if ready to throw a blow at the nearest person. He left the living room and entered his bedroom upstairs.Ferdinand paced left and right in his bedroom trying to figure it all out.Something told Ferdinand that Mr Alfredo had something to do with José's escape but where was the proof?Mr Alfredo had indeed left the prison with Ferdinand and he had come in alone. There was no one else.Unless of course, someone was hiding separately in the dark and waiting for them to leave.But if that was the case then who would have sent that person?Or did José escape on his own? That was a tho

"Sir, there is someone here to see you." Vincent's secretary informed him while his head was buried in papers."Who is it?" Vincent asked, clearly busy with other things."It's the detective chief inspector." his secretary answered.Finally, Vincent looked up from his papers after hearing his secretary's answer, "let him in." he said, putting aside some of the papers."Yes, sir." the secretary left and in walked a man with a defeated expression on his face."May I seat?" he asked.Vincent glanced at him, scoffed and then continued with the papers on his desk.The man took it as a yes and made himself comfortable."Mr Johnson. You are dressed so casually today. I can also tell by the look on your face that you have come to deliver the news of one out of many of your failed attempts at finding the Idris brothers." Vincent commented."Sir, it's not like I am not trying hard enough. I and my men are doing the best we can with the little you offer.""Then try even harder!" Vincent slammed

Mr Johnson was dropped off at the police station by his colleague who had to go somewhere else."I'll report back on my own then." Mr Johnson said."Good. So if the lie is discovered, I won't be known as someone who supported it." Mr Johnson's colleague replied and drove off, letting a gush of wind hit again Johnson who was still standing by the roadside."Dick head." Mr Johnson cursed and turned around.Now facing the police station, he sighed, "Here goes nothing."Detective Chief Inspector Johnson entered the CID office, his head hung low and his steps heavy.As he walked towards the Superintendent's office, he could hear the sound of his colleagues talking and laughing."Hey, Johnson! How many more years do you need to solve that case?!" one of them mocked and others laughed, not forgetting to also contribute."I bet he's going to tell the CID he can't handle the case anymore.""How hard can it be to find just two escaped convicts?" the third added, grinning while the first two lau

"You what?!" Vincent exclaimed through the phone.He couldn't believe his ears. Did Jared just commit murder? That was not part of the plan."Sir. I can handle it. Don't worry about anything." Jared tried his best to calm Vincent down."How the hell do you expect me to calm down?! You just k..." Vincent held his tongue when he realized he was about to shout out the crime."I'll work things out sir. Let me call you back." Jared said. He ended the call when Vincent was about to speak and Vincent almost threw his phone across his office."Fuck!" Vincent scratched his head repeatedly while pacing back and forth in his office, feeling exasperated with the whole thing.How could Jared go as far as committing murder? There's no doubt he will get arrested after someone finds out about it. How wouldn't anyone notice the absence of the detective chief inspector?Vincent went to the part of the office his phone landed and picked it up. Seeing it in good condition, Vincent decided to call Jared a