Superintendent Joe informed Elvis, next in charge of Adenta prison, that a detective would soon arrive to investigate the reported prisoner murder.
"When is he arriving, sir?" Elvis asked.
"Anytime from now or maybe tomorrow. Make sure to give all the details and paperwork to him," Joe instructed, and Elvis nodded
" you may now leave " Joe added, before Elvis stood to leave the office.
As Elvis strolled down the corridors towards the prisoner mess hall, he heard sobbing coming from the cell wing. Curiosity led him to investigate, and he found a small boy curled up and crying.
If someone were to study him, they might assume he was a minor.
"Hey there," Elvis called out. The boy turned with large, frightened eyes.
"What are you doing here alone? Don't you know it's time for your meal?" Elvis asked harshly.
The boy did not answer but continued to stare. Frustrated, Elvis grunted, "Go to the mess hall now."
There was no movement. "Alright, people like you need to be disciplined," he said, losing his cool. He entered the cell and delivered a hard slap to the boy's face, eliciting a wince. "Now, proceed to the mess hall immediately," he reiterated.
"Now! before you take another one."
The boy got up and walked out slowly, not knowing where the mess hall was. "I see you're new here," Elvis smirked. "Quick, follow me before the food finishes. It's almost 6, and by 6:30, it'll be finished."
Upon reaching the mess hall, every table was occupied, and the occupants stared intently at the boy. "Quick, follow me," sighed Elvis as he guided the boy to a room within the mess hall. Inside, four men in white shirts and uniform pants, having removed their uniform shirts, were as they ate and laughed casually.
"Hey, Elvis, who's with you?" Rema inquired upon seeing Elvis enter with a smallish boy.
"Sit down," Elvis instructed the boy, making space for him on the bench before addressing Rema. "I found him in his cell crying; he's new here and wouldn't get food this time."
"Oh, I see. So he's not yours? I like him; let me have him," Godfred chimed in, scanning the boy.
"Whoa, calm down," Nana Kwame laughed, observing Godfred's intense gaze on the boy.
"Eat and leave," Elvis directed, dropping a bowl in front of the boy as he began to serve him. Ben, who had been silent, finally spoke up, asking, "What's your name, boy?"
The boy hesitated before answering, "Jesse."
"Jesse? That name sounds familiar. You're new, right?" Nana Kwame asked, feeling the name ring a bell.
"Ah, you're the one suspected of murdering your friend, huh? Looking at you, you could never do that; you're being framed," Nana Kwame concluded, finally remembering.
"Oh, another tragic event," Rema commented. "Being framed won't get you out of here, Jesse, unless you're loaded or maybe know someone who's loaded," he added.
"Guys, just stay quiet and let him eat," Elvis reprimanded them, bringing order to the conversation.
"But, to be honest, I like him," Godfred whispered to Nana Kwame as he munched on his food.
"Shut up," Elvis scolded.
"What, you haven't labelled him, have you, sir?" Godfred retorted, earning a glare from Elvis. Ben sat there, unable to contain his laughter at the banter.
Jesse, feeling uncomfortable among the superiors, decided to eat quickly and leave. Once he was done, he looked back at Elvis, unsure of what to say to take his leave. Sensing Jesse's unease, Elvis turned to him and nodded, permitting him to leave, which Jesse didn't hesitate to do.
"Wow, he's cute," Nana Kwame remarked after Jesse left, earning another glare from Elvis.
Jesse retraced his steps to his cell, realizing that the mess hall was now nearly deserted. Hastily, he made his way to the cell wing, avoiding any prying eyes. Unlike other cells housing two inmates, Jesse was not given a mate.
Settling into his small bed, reminiscent of the one he had at home, he contemplated the meals his mother and baby sister might be having, yearning to see them again.
As he lay there, attempting to force himself to sleep, the unsettling moans and grunts from neighbouring cells disrupted any chance of rest.
To escape the discomfort, Jesse turned onto his front, determined to find sleep amid the challenging surroundings, he closed his eyes and tried to shut out the disturbing sounds.
I just edited this chapter
There was a huge mistake in this chaper but now it's taken care of.
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