As Elliot walked back to his cell, a rare smile tugged at his lips. For the first time in what felt like forever, he had hope. Real, tangible hope.
He had told Cassandra everything, about working for Sarah's father, the multi-millionaire businessman. About how he barely knew Sarah herself, their few brief encounters never anything more than polite exchanges. And most importantly, how he had no motive, no reason, no intention of taking her life.
And she believed him.
She promised she would do everything in her power to get him out, to give him his life back.
The guard escorting him remained silent as they made their way through the prison halls. Eventually, they reached his cell. The door clanked open, and Elliot stepped inside.
His bunkmate, Blue, was already on the top bunk, one arm tucked behind his head, the other holding a book. He didn't even glance in Elliot's direction when the door locked shut behind him.
"Where were you?" Blue's voice was calm, but there was an edge to it.
Elliot blinked, caught off guard.
"I was talking to an attorney."
A pause. Blue turned a page. "Who?"
Elliot frowned. "Excuse me?"
Blue exhaled, finally lowering his book. His eyes, unreadable and sharp, locked onto Elliot. "Just tell me who it is."
Elliot hesitated. He hadn't expected Blue to care, hell, he hadn't even expected Blue to remember his name.
"Mrs. Davison," he answered, watching for a reaction. "She's really nice." His voice carried a note of hope he hadn't felt in days.
Blue's jaw tensed. He set his book aside. "I don't trust her."
Elliot stiffened. "What?"
Blue shifted, turning onto his side but keeping his gaze on Elliot. "Just take my word for it. I don't trust her, and you shouldn't either."
Confusion flickered across Elliot's face. He stepped closer to the metal bars of the bunk, gripping them as he tilted his head up. "Why?"
Blue didn't answer immediately. He just held Elliot's stare, something unreadable flashing in his eyes before he looked away.
"Just be careful," he muttered.
Elliot exhaled sharply, shaking his head. "Look, she said my case is promising. She's going to help me get out of here. I don't know what your problem with her is, but I trust her. And I'm going to trial with her."
Blue let out a slow, measured sigh. He grabbed his book again but didn't open it.
"Elliot," he said, voice lower this time. "Just think about it, okay?"
Then, he turned away, leaving Elliot standing there, the weight of uncertainty settling back onto his shoulders.
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The Death of Sarah Jones (ManxMan) ✔️
Short Story"What are you in for?" A deep voice startles him. Elliot jumps and sits up at the edge of the bed, unable to find his voice. He hears rustling from above before a tall man with dark skin and striking blue hair drops down from the top bunk. The man s...
