The Love Letters Of Cell 247

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en's office, carrying with them the p

etary noticed them emerging from the stairs. "The warden is expecting

spent a lot of time during their one month briefing and training as part of the maximum security prison. They d

ds. She used to check his phone during their first year of marriage, but when their first born came, she stopped and focused on household chores, cooking and a bunch of things th

Protacio Carbonell have been running the prison for three decades. He is a good warden. Fair and just to his employees and the

deal with 247?"

the letters. Protacio immediately raised

nside his cell."

reading them. What he did, was count how many letters wer

tioning, he draw open the curtain, then proceeded to open the panoramic window of his office. He t

r, both confused at the weirdn

he asked, turning his head to face the two

d shook their

e possibility of parole. He had lived his life b

why their warden suddenly decided to give t

trial lasted only five days. According to his records, he was found in the scene, drenched in the vic

he warden who would usually brush off an inmate's death as something along t

it. "I always believed there was more to his story and the crime, but

iosity, so he asked "Did y

hink there is more to the story

mean?" Haro

ont is facing both guards. "Dear Maria" he m

the suspence and tell

d " The man he murdered, his

the warden is implying. "You think she h

ieve they had some kind of ag

ying "It won't do any good even i

em that as a warden and former police officer himself. There are some cases that you can't let go. Even if

m will join the warden after lunch to read the contents of the letter. The ward

nding the stairs with difficulty. His senior, was once an expert in the police force, bu

. He was found at the scene, had the victims blood, had the weapon and confessed t

his coworkers, he is such a lucky man. Does he think so? Yes he does, but in the previous years he can't help but wonder if they still have that spark in their relationship. H

e warden's office" Harold sai

in the pantry kitchen, then followed

wo of them arrived. Lighting his cigar, he eyed

Mark frowned, but the warden finished his sen

ters in his hand, he asked wh

asked my secretary to fix it. So, start wit

rs in front of the warden's

Maria