I expect for the lights to come flashing on, exposing me, but nothing happens.
My eyes finally adjust in the darkness and I realize that it's not a guard that called out to me.
It's an inmate.
"Thank God," I sigh in relief.
The inmate, a big guy with greasy black hair, smirks at me. "Looking for someone are you, pretty lady?"
"Y-Yeah," I blush. "John Lennon. You know him?"
He smirks. "Maybe. Busting 'im out?"
"I guess you could say that," my voice is shaky.
The smirk lingers. "You know if you get caught, that'll land you in here yourself."
"I don't care."
"Mmm, feisty. I like that," he wiggles his eyebrows.
I blush. Creep.
"Look, do you know where he is or not? I just wanna get out of here," I beg the man.
"Lennon? 'Course I do. He's down here, hallway E. Cell four, I think."
"Thank you so much," I say before rushing off.
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