Identity Thief

Prologue

The alarm goes off.
"Everyone stand on the yellow line!"
All three hundred convicts in gen-pop (general population), stand still on the yellow line. They know with one wrong move they could end up in solitary confinement.
"Head count!"
The guards walk around checking off everyone's name.
Finally they get to me.
"Found him!" The guard says.
Where else would I be? I wonder.
The guard grabs me forcefully and drags me toward the head office.
I'm shoved into the wardens office and handcuffed to a chair.
"Mr.Moore, I suppose you know why you're here."
"Call me Kenneth, and no sir I don't know why I'm here."
"Well, Mr.Moore, you're here because we don't take people escaping from our prison very lightly."
"Cool. So?"
"So, how did you get out and how did you get back in?"
"Excuse me?"
The warden slams his hands down on a desk in front of me.
"You escaped from our prison, do not lie to me!"
"If I escaped why would I have come back?" I ask.
The warden takes a moment to answer this one.
"So you wouldn't get caught. You wouldn't have to live on the run, you could sneak out and come back everyday and no one would know."
"If know one knows then you might need to get some new guards,"
"DO NOT INSULT ME!"
"I find it kind of insulting you think I escaped."
"You did, we have proof."
"Ha ha, no you don't."
"Yes we do!"
"No you don't!"
"Yes we do!"
"No we don't!
"No we don't!"
"Yes we do!"
The warden makes a face. He doesn't like to be tricked.
"What's your proof?" I ask
"There was a purchase made at a local Walmart by a man named Kenneth Moore."
"So? I'm sure there's plenty of people with my name."
"Yes but five minutes away from the prison you're being kept in?"
"Why not?"
The warden hits the desk again.
"Listen sir, ask my celley, I was here all night."
"Your celley?"
"You know my cell mate, my celley."
"Your celley is, Gavin Hope, correct?"
"Yep."
"Well unfortunately if he's your only witness, you're out of luck."
"What do you mean? Why?"
"Gavin Hope was found dead in his cell."
"What? You think I killed him so he wouldn't rat me out IF I broke out, which I DIDN'T! It was probably a suicide. There's plenty of those in here."
"He was stabbed in the back."
"Oh."
"Yeah, oh."
"So there's no way to prove to you I didn't break out. What now?"
"I say a week in solitary confinement would do you good."
I spat out my non-existent water.
"Pardon? I don't think I heard you right. One week! I'll go insane!"
"It's been decided. One week in solitary confinement."
I'm taken out of the wardens office and towards solitary confinement. This is going to be a very long week if I can't prove that I didn't break out of prison. The only way to do this, I decide, is to find out who tried framing me and why.
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"You're sure she's here?"
"Positive. Come with me I'll show you."
The hallways were dimly lit.
"We're here."
The door creaked when it opened. There were large drawers lining the wall. One of them is opened.
Cecilia Davis's body was there.
"She's dead. As dead as they get. Why you wondering?"
"There was a purchase made at a local Pita Pit with a credit card under the name of Cecilia Davis. It was probably just a family member. Thank you."
"No problem." Says the mortician.
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"Congratulations sir, you are the winner!" The radio show host exclaims.
"Thank you very much."
"Your money will be sent to you, we just need your name and address."
"My name is Samuel King and I live-"
"Wait a minute. Samuel King? The boy that went missing a while ago?"
"Just trace the phone number and mail the money there."
The line goes dead.
"Hello? Hello? Hey, someone get the police on the phone there's a big reward for finding that guy."
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"Sir, we were almost caught. People are going to start to notice."
"It's fine. We will proceed with the plan and once we get everything we need- we'll disappear."
"Yes, sir."