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The sound of plastic on metal the cell block as Officer Garcia strolled past the line of cells, running her baton against the bars and any hands that might be holding onto them. The women inside grumbled or cussed her out, one even spit at her, but she kept her eyes forward as she approached her destination.
"Open up number 413!" She called out to the key officer. There was a buzz and one of the cell doors opened.
"Blondie. Come on out here."
Tricia Wells stepped out of her cell and into the light. Garcia gave her a cruel little smile.
"Hands on your head, you know how this works."
Tricia turned away and put her hands behind her bed, lacing her fingers together. She faced her empty cell as Garcia took the prisoner's slender wrists and slapped cuffs on them.
"Right, come with me." Garcia took her roughly by the arm and marched her through the cellblock.
Tricia tried to figure out what was happening, and was flummoxed when they stepped outside and passed through a series of gates, leading to a fenced-in lot with a line of trailers.
"Open up number 413!" She called out to the key officer. There was a buzz and one of the cell doors opened.
"Blondie. Come on out here."
Tricia Wells stepped out of her cell and into the light. Garcia gave her a cruel little smile.
"Hands on your head, you know how this works."
Tricia turned away and put her hands behind her bed, lacing her fingers together. She faced her empty cell as Garcia took the prisoner's slender wrists and slapped cuffs on them.
"Right, come with me." Garcia took her roughly by the arm and marched her through the cellblock.
Tricia tried to figure out what was happening, and was flummoxed when they stepped outside and passed through a series of gates, leading to a fenced-in lot with a line of trailers.