"Looks like we caught ourselves a lifer Williams."

"…And other times people get too scared to talk."

———-

She blamed her mother for this. Why shouldn’t she? After all her mother didn’t teach them that these kinds of things could happen. In her mother’s eyes there were only a few things one could always depend on; God, family, and the police. Maybe if her mother had taught them the truth Glen would’ve requested to have a lawyer in the room with him. He wouldn’t have sat there and let them paint the blood onto his hands.

It’s ironic isn’t it? Religion is supposed to be the source of everything that’s good in the world. The bible is meant to be a guide, a life lesson, an example. Then why does it lead people astray? If her mother hadn’t been a follower of the bible she would’ve realized that the world’s evil outweighs its good and taught us the real life lessons. The one’s that actually come to use.

Was that unfair? Was it wrong for Spencer to put so much blame on her mother? Maybe it wasn’t Paula who had failed them. What if they failed her? Parents aren’t meant to teach their children everything. All the other kids learned to see the world for what it was. Why hadn’t they done the same?

——

“What’s going on?” Glen questions as the warden enters the shower with an inmate in tow.

The blade punctures his skin like a pin enters a balloon. Except the effect of the blade isn’t like the pin. It doesn’t happen instantly. Glen feels the cold metal push past his flesh and come out the other side.. He feels it twist inside of him and he feels his head smack against the concrete floor.

—–

She had a responsibility to Glen and she failed him. From the moment she heard Glen had been arrested for murdering a cop she should’ve gotten her head out of her ass and did something about it. Glen wasn’t capable of something like that. She knew it and yet she did nothing to help him.

The sound of the speaker makes her jump.

“You need something man?”

“Yeah, ten would be nice.”

“Cool, drop the cash at my feet and I’ll slip the stuff into your pocket.”

“How about you put all the shit you’ve got on you in my pocket and I pretend like I don’t even know you.”

From a distance Spencer watches him flash his badge at the dealer.

“Fuck.”

Disgusted the blonde turns the speaker off and pulls onto the road. She’d found another one. Were there any honest cops left in this city? No matter, she’d confirmed what she already knew. He was dirty and she’d have to find a way to take care of it.