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air. She smiled at the crowd of people on the elevator as she squeezed her way on and ignored the woman with the flu behind her, coughing on her shoulder. It didn’t even both her when she was hanging up her coat and he coworker, Janet, popped her head over the cubicle with a story about one of her children selling wrapping paper. Kate just smiled and handed over a check for whatever hideous gift wrap was being offered this year. She already had tied a beautiful ribbon on her day.
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“Tracy Glen, please. I’m Detective Elizabeth Snow and this is my partner, Mike McCraig, with Metro Police.” Both detectives slipped their badges underneath the glass through the entry slot to the correctional guard at the Maryland prison. He looked over both of their badges and held them under a blue light to check their authenticity, then pushed the badges back out to the detectives.
“I’m going to need your weapons, detectives. No weapons allowed in the facility. Standard procedure.” The guard handed them out two sealed bags which they quickly scrawled their name on, deposited their guns inside, and then watching as the guard locked them up in a large safe in a room behind him. When he was finished, he came back and waved them towards the entry door.
The door buzzed to their right, indicating that it was being unlocked for them. McCraig went and pulled it open while Snow thanked the officer.
“Head into room three, I’ll send a guard to go find your inmate when lock-down is over. An alarm went off, probably a fight or something, we haven’t heard up here yet. What was your inmate’s name again?” The officer asked her.
“Tracy Glen.” She confirmed.
“Oh, yeah, he has been popular today.” He told her, nodding and then disappearing through a metal door behind him in his glass room. McCraig had furrowed his brows in suspicion but still held the door open for Snow, motioning her through. The duo walked down a concrete hallway in desperate need of a fresh paint job until they reached a second set of locked doors. They stood there for a moment until they heard the buzzing sound again, letting them through.
Room three was easy to locate after that point, only a few more feet down the next hallway. They were on the very outskirts of the prison, still a distance away from where prisoners were kept so they knew that there was going to be a bit of a wait. The room was anything but welcoming with a gray, metal table in the center of the room surrounded by four plastic chairs. There was a large window on one side that was completely frosted over as well as barred, giving light but no view.
The detectives settled into two of the plastic chairs and pulled out their files to give them a quick glance before Tracy Glen joined them. They both wanted to be on the top of their game and leave nothing out. This was a huge lead and they both knew they needed it because otherwise they would be completely out of luck. The detectives had ample opportunity to read and reread the file though as they sat there waiting and watching the minutes slowly click away on the old clock nailed to the concrete wall.
McCraig looked down at his watch and let out an exasperated sigh.
“What the hell is taking so long? It’s been over an hour we been in here.” McCraig said in the faulty grammar he was known for. Snow didn’t respond, but just shrugged. She was just as irritated as he was but preferred not to show it. She liked to be in control, calm and collected at all times. She began to count the ticks on the clock, one for each second. She stared at it mindlessly, counting her way out of boredom.
“Are you
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“Tracy Glen, please. I’m Detective Elizabeth Snow and this is my partner, Mike McCraig, with Metro Police.” Both detectives slipped their badges underneath the glass through the entry slot to the correctional guard at the Maryland prison. He looked over both of their badges and held them under a blue light to check their authenticity, then pushed the badges back out to the detectives.
“I’m going to need your weapons, detectives. No weapons allowed in the facility. Standard procedure.” The guard handed them out two sealed bags which they quickly scrawled their name on, deposited their guns inside, and then watching as the guard locked them up in a large safe in a room behind him. When he was finished, he came back and waved them towards the entry door.
The door buzzed to their right, indicating that it was being unlocked for them. McCraig went and pulled it open while Snow thanked the officer.
“Head into room three, I’ll send a guard to go find your inmate when lock-down is over. An alarm went off, probably a fight or something, we haven’t heard up here yet. What was your inmate’s name again?” The officer asked her.
“Tracy Glen.” She confirmed.
“Oh, yeah, he has been popular today.” He told her, nodding and then disappearing through a metal door behind him in his glass room. McCraig had furrowed his brows in suspicion but still held the door open for Snow, motioning her through. The duo walked down a concrete hallway in desperate need of a fresh paint job until they reached a second set of locked doors. They stood there for a moment until they heard the buzzing sound again, letting them through.
Room three was easy to locate after that point, only a few more feet down the next hallway. They were on the very outskirts of the prison, still a distance away from where prisoners were kept so they knew that there was going to be a bit of a wait. The room was anything but welcoming with a gray, metal table in the center of the room surrounded by four plastic chairs. There was a large window on one side that was completely frosted over as well as barred, giving light but no view.
The detectives settled into two of the plastic chairs and pulled out their files to give them a quick glance before Tracy Glen joined them. They both wanted to be on the top of their game and leave nothing out. This was a huge lead and they both knew they needed it because otherwise they would be completely out of luck. The detectives had ample opportunity to read and reread the file though as they sat there waiting and watching the minutes slowly click away on the old clock nailed to the concrete wall.
McCraig looked down at his watch and let out an exasperated sigh.
“What the hell is taking so long? It’s been over an hour we been in here.” McCraig said in the faulty grammar he was known for. Snow didn’t respond, but just shrugged. She was just as irritated as he was but preferred not to show it. She liked to be in control, calm and collected at all times. She began to count the ticks on the clock, one for each second. She stared at it mindlessly, counting her way out of boredom.
“Are you
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