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while Ivak’s mind had wandered.
“Anyhow, we got into a tussle and the douche bag ended up trying to bite me on the face. I turned at the last minute and ended up with a scratch. He ended up with a bloody nose.”
“Did you get written up?” Ivak asked with alarm. The boy could lose all his privileges with just one incident.
Sonnier shook his head. “There were no guards nearby at the time.”
So many things with that scenario struck a wrong note with Ivak. “What were you doing at Cypress?” It was one of the places where criminals were assigned to hard farm labor. Half of Angola’s inmates lived in the Main Prison, while the other half lived in four out-camps among the eighteen thousand acres, some of which were planted in corn, cotton, and soybeans. “Aren’t you supposed to be working in the prison newspaper office?”
Sonnier’s face reddened and he shrugged. “I was looking for someone.”
Ivak knew in that moment who Sonnier had been seeking and why. There was a particular hardened, too-evil-to-redeem inmate—Ivak knew because he’d tried—who had testified against Sonnier over a prison murder a few years back. This was not good. Sonnier was probably seeking revenge, which would have placed him in a state of enough sin that he drew the attention of a Lucie in the area, always sniffing about for the next victim.
Meanwhile, Sonnier just kept walking, trying to get away from him. Ivak couldn’t let him go now, even if he wanted to. “Where we going, my man?”
“ We are not going anywhere, my man . I’m going to the visitors’ area to divorce my sister, Gabrielle.” Surprised at his own revelation, Sonnier glanced over to him. “Why the hell did I tell you that?”
Ivak shrugged. “I have magic powers. So, what unforgivable thing did your sister do to yank your chain?”
“Gabby has given up her life for me. For fifteen years she’s done nothing but work for my release. She even became a lawyer to help me, for chrissake.”
Ivak cringed at Leroy’s taking the Lord’s name in vain. “So, you demanded she do all those things for you?”
“Of course not! Sonofabitch! Will you leave me alone?”
“Well, that makes sense then,” he said, ignoring Sonnier’s rejection of his company. “Divorce her because she loves you. By the way, I’ve never heard of siblings divorcing each other. Is that some kind of prison law concept?” Prisoners were always researching law books and coming up with crazy new ideas to help their cases.
“Drop dead, asshole!” Leroy snapped and stormed ahead of him.
Been there, done that . “Why don’t we sit down and talk about this?”
“Why don’t you go fuck yourself?”
Believe me, I would if I could. But wait. Leroy had stopped abruptly in the doorway, almost causing Ivak to walk into his back. “Forget about the hooker bus. God bless Gabby. No divorcing her today.”
“Huh?”
“My sister brought me my very own bimbo.”
“That is love,” Ivak agreed, stepping around Leroy to get a better look.
“And she brought one of the Golden Girls, too. The grandma one, but I thought that old bird died. Maybe this senior babe is the pimp . . . or is that pimpess? Nah!” Leroy frowned with confusion. “Something isn’t right with this picture.”
Ivak wasn’t looking at the statuesque beauty with a big mass of black hair wearing a sleeveless red dress with a wide belt and matching stiletto heels, or the blonde midget in a black-and-white polka-dot dress with matching headband. Nope, Ivak’s eyes were riveted on the woman in the middle, a dark-haired, dark-eyed woman in baggy shorts and a loose tank top, in deference to the ninety-in-the-shade temperature today, probably a hundred and ten inside with no AC. Unlike the bimbo, she wore no makeup, and her hair was pulled off her face and piled on top of her head with a claw comb. She clearly tried to hide her true appearance, but Ivak was a woman connoisseur from way back. He knew a gem when
“Anyhow, we got into a tussle and the douche bag ended up trying to bite me on the face. I turned at the last minute and ended up with a scratch. He ended up with a bloody nose.”
“Did you get written up?” Ivak asked with alarm. The boy could lose all his privileges with just one incident.
Sonnier shook his head. “There were no guards nearby at the time.”
So many things with that scenario struck a wrong note with Ivak. “What were you doing at Cypress?” It was one of the places where criminals were assigned to hard farm labor. Half of Angola’s inmates lived in the Main Prison, while the other half lived in four out-camps among the eighteen thousand acres, some of which were planted in corn, cotton, and soybeans. “Aren’t you supposed to be working in the prison newspaper office?”
Sonnier’s face reddened and he shrugged. “I was looking for someone.”
Ivak knew in that moment who Sonnier had been seeking and why. There was a particular hardened, too-evil-to-redeem inmate—Ivak knew because he’d tried—who had testified against Sonnier over a prison murder a few years back. This was not good. Sonnier was probably seeking revenge, which would have placed him in a state of enough sin that he drew the attention of a Lucie in the area, always sniffing about for the next victim.
Meanwhile, Sonnier just kept walking, trying to get away from him. Ivak couldn’t let him go now, even if he wanted to. “Where we going, my man?”
“ We are not going anywhere, my man . I’m going to the visitors’ area to divorce my sister, Gabrielle.” Surprised at his own revelation, Sonnier glanced over to him. “Why the hell did I tell you that?”
Ivak shrugged. “I have magic powers. So, what unforgivable thing did your sister do to yank your chain?”
“Gabby has given up her life for me. For fifteen years she’s done nothing but work for my release. She even became a lawyer to help me, for chrissake.”
Ivak cringed at Leroy’s taking the Lord’s name in vain. “So, you demanded she do all those things for you?”
“Of course not! Sonofabitch! Will you leave me alone?”
“Well, that makes sense then,” he said, ignoring Sonnier’s rejection of his company. “Divorce her because she loves you. By the way, I’ve never heard of siblings divorcing each other. Is that some kind of prison law concept?” Prisoners were always researching law books and coming up with crazy new ideas to help their cases.
“Drop dead, asshole!” Leroy snapped and stormed ahead of him.
Been there, done that . “Why don’t we sit down and talk about this?”
“Why don’t you go fuck yourself?”
Believe me, I would if I could. But wait. Leroy had stopped abruptly in the doorway, almost causing Ivak to walk into his back. “Forget about the hooker bus. God bless Gabby. No divorcing her today.”
“Huh?”
“My sister brought me my very own bimbo.”
“That is love,” Ivak agreed, stepping around Leroy to get a better look.
“And she brought one of the Golden Girls, too. The grandma one, but I thought that old bird died. Maybe this senior babe is the pimp . . . or is that pimpess? Nah!” Leroy frowned with confusion. “Something isn’t right with this picture.”
Ivak wasn’t looking at the statuesque beauty with a big mass of black hair wearing a sleeveless red dress with a wide belt and matching stiletto heels, or the blonde midget in a black-and-white polka-dot dress with matching headband. Nope, Ivak’s eyes were riveted on the woman in the middle, a dark-haired, dark-eyed woman in baggy shorts and a loose tank top, in deference to the ninety-in-the-shade temperature today, probably a hundred and ten inside with no AC. Unlike the bimbo, she wore no makeup, and her hair was pulled off her face and piled on top of her head with a claw comb. She clearly tried to hide her true appearance, but Ivak was a woman connoisseur from way back. He knew a gem when
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