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for his release.
Jenkins was known as Levi by everybody, but his momma insisted on calling him by his full name, Leviticus. He was from a wide spot in the road in Monroe County, Mississippi, called Becker Bottom. He perpetrated his illegal activities only on the unsuspecting folks in the surrounding counties—never in his own. It was one of a few codes that he followed. Levi was a two-bit hustler whose initial crimes were mostly scams. His most successful con to date was selling hot tubs and television satellite systems to folks who lived far out in the country. He convinced his unsophisticated victims to make deposits either in cash or by check written to him personally. No spa or dish deliveries were ever made. He had not graduated to violent crime just yet, but he was heading down that path with the allure of drug money—which his half brother, Moon Pie, was blazing.
Like many small-time criminals, he loved to talk about his conquests, embellishing the stories when the truth sounded just as good, maybe even better. Levi Jenkins told so many lies that he could hardly remember the truth.
When the jailers moved Levi into the main population, a huge guy accosted him—the common-law husband to a girl Levi had once dated. The mountain of a man had endured years of being compared to Levi’s two redeeming qualities: he was a big spender, and he was otherwise well gifted. Levi would spend his last cent to impress a date with expensive dinners, movies, concerts, gifts, and flowers. He would also listen to every story andsmall detail his date wanted to discuss. This and his other “characteristics” were endearing.
When Levi’s ex-girlfriend’s huge husband saw Levi, all he wanted to do was punch him in the mouth. Levi sensed the danger, but there was no way to retreat. After a few minutes of increasing tension between the two of them with each unanswered threat, Levi finally had to fight. The promise of violence fueled the other prisoners’ enthusiasm as they cheered and jeered from their cells. In short order, Levi had his ass handed to him. He had a bloody nose and a cut under his left eye, and was nearly unconscious from a relentless chokehold before the guards rushed in to stop the one-sided fight.
The guards aggressively and effectively subdued Levi and his huge foe, making sure neither one had any more fight left in him. When Levi tried to stand without permission, an older guard kneed him in the groin, even though it was immediately obvious to everyone that Levi wasn’t going to cause any more problems. Levi’s enormous assailant loved the outcome. While Levi rolled on the nasty jail floor, two suddenly sober University of Alabama fraternity brothers huddled in a corner vowed to never drink again.
The sheriff shouted obscenities at the top of his lungs as he hurriedly entered the jail block, angry that his men had momentarily lost control of the prisoners. When he saw the situation, he knew any lawyer could successfully challenge the guards’ reaction to the fight. He loathed lawyers. His day had just gotten complicated, and the handling of what he assumed to be an irrelevant prisoner had just become a nightmare.
Writhing in intense pain, Levi swore to himself to never be incarcerated again. Grimacing, he obeyed the deputies who pulled him to his feet.
CHAPTER 18
J AKE SAT AT his cubicle and allowed the Internet to answer a few questions about Samantha Owens. He felt sneaky doing it, but no one in Jake’s circle of office friends knew her. There wasn’t much information available. She had gone to college at the W in Columbus. She had earned her law degree at Ole Miss and just recently had passed the bar. Her Facebook page was blocked. There really wasn’t much more information available. She wasn’t listed as a member of any law firms in Columbus. That seemed odd.
Jake got his morning started by checking a waterfowl-migration map online and a few select stocks that were anticipating bad news while he
Jenkins was known as Levi by everybody, but his momma insisted on calling him by his full name, Leviticus. He was from a wide spot in the road in Monroe County, Mississippi, called Becker Bottom. He perpetrated his illegal activities only on the unsuspecting folks in the surrounding counties—never in his own. It was one of a few codes that he followed. Levi was a two-bit hustler whose initial crimes were mostly scams. His most successful con to date was selling hot tubs and television satellite systems to folks who lived far out in the country. He convinced his unsophisticated victims to make deposits either in cash or by check written to him personally. No spa or dish deliveries were ever made. He had not graduated to violent crime just yet, but he was heading down that path with the allure of drug money—which his half brother, Moon Pie, was blazing.
Like many small-time criminals, he loved to talk about his conquests, embellishing the stories when the truth sounded just as good, maybe even better. Levi Jenkins told so many lies that he could hardly remember the truth.
When the jailers moved Levi into the main population, a huge guy accosted him—the common-law husband to a girl Levi had once dated. The mountain of a man had endured years of being compared to Levi’s two redeeming qualities: he was a big spender, and he was otherwise well gifted. Levi would spend his last cent to impress a date with expensive dinners, movies, concerts, gifts, and flowers. He would also listen to every story andsmall detail his date wanted to discuss. This and his other “characteristics” were endearing.
When Levi’s ex-girlfriend’s huge husband saw Levi, all he wanted to do was punch him in the mouth. Levi sensed the danger, but there was no way to retreat. After a few minutes of increasing tension between the two of them with each unanswered threat, Levi finally had to fight. The promise of violence fueled the other prisoners’ enthusiasm as they cheered and jeered from their cells. In short order, Levi had his ass handed to him. He had a bloody nose and a cut under his left eye, and was nearly unconscious from a relentless chokehold before the guards rushed in to stop the one-sided fight.
The guards aggressively and effectively subdued Levi and his huge foe, making sure neither one had any more fight left in him. When Levi tried to stand without permission, an older guard kneed him in the groin, even though it was immediately obvious to everyone that Levi wasn’t going to cause any more problems. Levi’s enormous assailant loved the outcome. While Levi rolled on the nasty jail floor, two suddenly sober University of Alabama fraternity brothers huddled in a corner vowed to never drink again.
The sheriff shouted obscenities at the top of his lungs as he hurriedly entered the jail block, angry that his men had momentarily lost control of the prisoners. When he saw the situation, he knew any lawyer could successfully challenge the guards’ reaction to the fight. He loathed lawyers. His day had just gotten complicated, and the handling of what he assumed to be an irrelevant prisoner had just become a nightmare.
Writhing in intense pain, Levi swore to himself to never be incarcerated again. Grimacing, he obeyed the deputies who pulled him to his feet.
CHAPTER 18
J AKE SAT AT his cubicle and allowed the Internet to answer a few questions about Samantha Owens. He felt sneaky doing it, but no one in Jake’s circle of office friends knew her. There wasn’t much information available. She had gone to college at the W in Columbus. She had earned her law degree at Ole Miss and just recently had passed the bar. Her Facebook page was blocked. There really wasn’t much more information available. She wasn’t listed as a member of any law firms in Columbus. That seemed odd.
Jake got his morning started by checking a waterfowl-migration map online and a few select stocks that were anticipating bad news while he
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