A City Of Wolves

6. Catalina

The sun was about to set. Catalina was sitting on her bunk in her room waiting for the officers to walk through and count each incarcerated body. She had rolled herself a joint and, using two batteries along with two strands of brillo, she sparked herself a flame that was perfect enough for her to light up. Her roommate, Valerie, was smoking also, but it wasn't likened to what Catalina had rolled.
     After a few exhales, Catalina went and reached underneath her pillow to see a black bag which concealed an ounce of Molly, a drug infamous in this dwelling place. This bomb was dropped off by the same officer she had seen out on the recreational yard earlier. A mandatory recreation was called so no inmate was present in the dorms while the drop off took place. Catalina was aware which was why she chose to observe the significant maneuvers from the sidelines of a basketball game.
     This was her chosen hustle. Individuals would do anything for a little shake of Molly, even if it meant lying to their financial supplier, which is more often than not their loved ones, just to supplement their drug habits.
     Catalina capitalized off of this.
     Catalina broke down the dope into smaller pieces before taking little baggies, which she made from the sandwich bags given during lunch, and placed some of the dope within them for distribution. The rest she kept stashed in her hiding spot she designated specifically for drugs.
     Valerie was peeping the whole move, but Catalina was sharp. She leaned over her roommate and handed her two baggies.
     "Thank you so much!" uttered an excited Valerie. Honestly, Catalina believed that the woman would be more excited about getting dope than finding out she was having a baby.
Some people are like that. At least that's what Catalina told herself.
     Catalina heard a knock on the door, so she swiftly turned around. Her hand slid up underneath her pillow and around a sharpened concealed knife just in case it was one of those days. Although she only had two more weeks until she went home, she was not allowing herself to be comfortable.
     "Ace?" said another inmate, referring to Catalina by her alias.
     "What's up, slick?" Catalina responded.
     "You got two boxes?"
     "You know the route." said Catalina, referring to the app used for making transactions.
     The other female nodded and walked off. Catalina expected more individuals to come to her room. That was just how things worked. Especially since she has people spending money on wifi which she managed to get behind the walls through another officer on Drapers Payroll.
     She, however, wasn't naive. She regulated the traffic better than Air Traffic Control ever could for fear that the police pay close attention to her moves.
     Catalina observed herself through the cells sad excuse for a mirror. Despite her lengthy period of being incarcerated, she was quite a looker. Her blond hair cascaded down the sides if her face like two symmetrically adjacent waterfalls. Her eyes were hazel colored and her skin was brightly mixed.
     She thought to herself about these next two weeks. She really felt she needed to clean up. She had made over one-hundred and fifty thousand dollars all throughout her sentence. Obviously, some of that had to go to those she worked for, who made her hustle possible with minimum resistance from authorities throughout her incarceration.
     She wasn't much into religion, but today she thanked God.
     She reached for a separate hiding spot where she had a phone stashed. After a moment it powered up, and her phone was riddled with messages. The most important one was from her superior.
     "Call me when you see this."
     That's what the message said and it was from a wise guy named Gator.
     She placed a small cardboard over the window of her cell door and made the call.
     "Ace." said the voice.
     "Gator." she responded.
     "Don't flatter yourself..."
     "We're all specks of dust in the universe." Catalina quickly followed up.
     It was important that those phrases in particular were uttered. Otherwise, either or would believe the other was compromised.
     "A visit needs to be paid." said the voice calmly.
     "But upon which funds?"
     "Got any $514 lying about?"
"I might surprise you. I'll be looking forward to seeing your face." Catalina uttered.
     And with that, the phone hung up. She knew exactly when he would visit. Perhaps, the last visit she will ever have while behind the fence.