AVRIL'S CASE -BOOK 2

Chapter Fourteen.

  "I choose my friends for their good looks, my acquaintances for their good characters, and my enemies for their good intellects."
  ―  Oscar Wilde.    

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"Can I have some I.D. please?" the officer at the desk asked Cassie, with outstretched hands.

Cassie dug her hand into her purse and pulled out a wallet only small enough to carry a few cards. She brought out her driver's license and handed it to the officer.

He took it, looked at it and started typing on the keyboard on his desk. He placed the license on the table separating them, and Cassie picked it up and put it back into her wallet, and then her purse.

The officer continued typing and then he wrote some things down. He pulled out some papers stapled together from a desk and handed it to Cassie with a black pen. She stood by the desk and filled in the short paperwork and then she handed it back to him once she was done. 

He collected it, read through it and then brought out a visitors tag and gave it to Cassie, and then he gave her a card with a number on it.

"Go to that room over there," he pointed to a room to his right "and give this card to the officer at the door," he instructed.

"Thanks," Cassie smiled and then she walked to the room she was instructed to go to. She handed the officer the card as she got into the room. The officer, who was a pretty female officer took the card and then she led Cassie to where her bags would be searched.

The officer searched her bag and then she asked Cassie to leave her bag and all her valueables in a small black box. She pulled out the pictures she took from her bag but the officer stopped her and shook her head, signalling that she was not allowed to take it in with her. She was then given a number tag that she would need to retrieve her personal belongings when she was done with her visit.

 She hated how strict the Freetown police department had gotten. Whenever she visited Caleb two years ago, she never passed through such intensive procedure and so it was new for her.

She was led to another room where she was thoroughly searched. Another female officer with a very strong angry face patted her down in ways that made her feel extremely uncomfortable. She was asked to open her mouth and then a bright light was shone into it from a small flashlight. The officer that searched her told her about the prison rules and regulations  and informed her that she had limited time. 

She let out a loud and quite suspicious sigh once she was done with the daunting procedure. She was glad that the long and painfully annoying process was finally over. She hoped she could get enough information from Brady because she was not ready to visit the prison again and pass through that same process. 

Cassie was led to another room. It was a large room that had small benches on either side of a wooden rectangular table. She scanned the room and saw that a few of the benches were occupied by people visiting their loved ones, friends, or even enemies.

The officer walked in front of her and then stopped once he came to a bench that was at the back of the hall. Cassie greatly appreciated the spot because there was no one behind her and on the two rows in front of her. She wanted as much privacy as she could possibly get with Brady, she knew that officers often eavesdropped and so she planned on being careful with whatever she said in here.

"You can wait here," the officer pointed to the bench he stopped at.

"Thanks," Cassie smiled and then she took a seat on the hard bench. She used her waiting time to properly observe the people around her. There were criminals everywhere, or maybe some of them were even wrongfully convicted. They all had someone sitting across from them. Some locked their fingers with their loved ones. Some men had little kids on their laps and they smiled at their children, trying so hard to be strong for them. Not everyone looked happy, though. Some other men seemed to be begging their visitor for forgiveness.