Peter needed my help the entire night and I got back at three in the morning only to be woken up by my father four hours later. He was shaking my right shoulder and my eyes flutter open. I blink a couple of times before his figure becomes clear.
“What?” I say drowsily. He has a serious expression on his face. I am too tired to try and figure out why though. I sit up a little bit when his tall figure looms over me.
“Where were you last night?” He asks me. I knew that I should have told him. I may be an adult, but he still cared about me and wanted to make I was safe.
“Peter asked for help with entering the information.” I tell him. My father nods once, but he still has more to say.
“Wes told me that you were trying to look at Noah Fain’s file.” I was caught red-handed and I would make sure to punch Wes for it later. At this moment, I just needed to act innocent and deny anything and everything.
“I didn’t look at any information on that inmate Dad. But you could tell me why you are all so crazy about him.” I say. My father gives me a look as if to say I am being ridiculous.
“Oh please. I saw the way everyone was treating him yesterday.” I finish with a yawn and my father takes a seat on the bed which dips and squeaks as he sits down.
“You know the Bucatti case, right?” My father asks me. I nod quickly. I know some things about it. Bucatti was a billionaire and he was also murdered. Reports are saying that it has to do with the mafia. That is mostly what I know.
“Inmate 2456 could possibly be a part of that murder. He is going through trials now and his lawyer is going to be here today. I want you to pick him up at the gate.” He tells me. Noah wasn’t petitioning for early release because he was still dealing with trails. He must have been in jail by the time police suspected him murdering Mr. Bucatti.
“Okay Daddy.” I say. My father didn’t allow lawyers to bring drive into prison grounds. He was just a really paranoid man when it came to lawyers. He thought they always had video cameras in their cars and they were trying to fire him or something.
“He will arrive at ten. Try not to get your nose into anything. Stay quiet.” I roll my eyes and watch my father leave my room. I knew that I would be trying to figure Noah out, but I just had to be more careful about. It almost felt like an obsession to me.
I went back to sleep for another two hours before rolling out of bed and taking a much needed shower. Afterwards, I stick on some shorts and an old tee. A group of inmates were being sent up today around eleven. I had to get the covers on the furniture and floor before they arrived.
I slip on my boots and then head on out to the truck. It is extremely hot today and below I can see inmates out and working in the fields. I wondered if Noah was among them, but it was unlikely since he had a meeting with his lawyer. I also wondered if my father helped Kalso out so he wouldn’t have to work in the heat. I guess I would find out sooner or later. I drive down the long gravel path and pass the gates the house.
Sure enough there was a man that was in an expensive looking suit. He was standing next to his Jaguar speaking to an officer. I get out of the truck before the gate and walk over to them. The officer, I recognize as Alex who was almost as young as Peter was smiles at me.
“Ms. Morris.” He tips his hat to me and I smile sweetly at him. The lawyer looks at me up and down.
“Hi, my name is Nora. I’ll be escorting you to your client.” I say as professionally as possible. He shakes my hand politely.
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The Warden's Daughter
Teen FictionNora Morris was not raised like normal children. She grew up inside the prison grounds of the Mississippi State Penitentiary and her father was the warden and has been since she was five. When Nora comes back from college for the summer she doesn't...