Michael and Zack had the same idea as they were behind closed doors at home with Isabel after hearing of what happened at the prison. Isabel had been on the phone for much of the last hours with the prison threatening court challenges if she did not get some answers. The prison was being tight lipped therefore she was sitting on little information. Kyle was away for the day otherwise she would be driving up the prison to see for herself, but she was on duty to be around for the kids because it seemed all the adults were busy on this day. She had already talked to Liz who was now on the road and knew her sister-in-law along with Olivia was on the way up to the prison and would be calling when she could personally see what was happening. Isabel was not sure Liz would be getting a straighter answer than she was when she could threaten by using her position. But she was getting nothing, a railroad. “The prison is claiming they do not know how he got injured, and they are assessing his condition before they attempt to do anything more.”
“Isn’t it protocol to transfer prisoners to neighboring hospitals for treatment?” Zack asked as he knew this was television, many of a drama would use the plot device.
“Only if they can’t deal with it inhouse,” Isabel muttered. “The warden assured me that would transfer Max if the need arose.”
“That is nice of them,” Michael snidely thought as he had remembered the
SOS from Serena and knew that the prison was closing up their defenses, and it would be hard to get any answer from them, and he prayed Liz could get something by showing up and making it clear that they would not settle for anything less than what they deserved.
“If they do, would that not be our best way to strike?” Zack wondered.
“Keep me out of it,” Isabel muttered as she wanted to stay, but she had to have a little bit of deniability in this was to work. “I am going to check on the girls. I cannot be seen as party to any of this” she sighed even though she was supporting Michael mission to break out her brother, and even helping it along. It was becoming obvious a breakout was going to be the only way out of this, because the government did not want to be made out to be the villains of the story. When they were.
As much as Isabel wanted to maintain her professional duty to her profession. She knew she had to look out for her family, and she did not care what that meant at end of the day. They had lost out on too much over these years as she walked up the stairs and found her youngest peeking out of her room. “What’s up Kate?”
“What are you doing Mommy?” Five-year-old Kate Valenti asked as she looked up at her mother. To Isabel, the brown hair of her youngest reminded her of Kyle, but her demeanor was very much like her brother, even though Kate sister was her brother’s namesake. Everything about Kate reminded Isabel of her brother when they were as kids. The unassuming nature of her brother, and someone who wanted to blend in, and yet Kate was a little more outgoing than her brother had been, but like her brother, and Kate’s age, you should not count her out because she knew Kate would be a force one day. And Isabel could not wait to see what life would bring her daughters, because they had a chance to be in this world and create the chances that she and her brother had been denied.
“Just doing some adult stuff,” Isabel sighed and wished life were only a tad easier than it was because this had been everything she had ever wanted. She had settled down and she had found love. She had been able to have children and was a mother. She poopooed that stunt that Topolsky did when they were in high school when she was trying to get intel on them but had asked how they saw their future. Isabel was sure she had wanted fame. But Topolsky’s test determined, she wanted semblance of family, and to settle down.
And Isabel had to admit that maybe the test was right. Because she had everything she ever wanted, except for her brother.
But one day, she would have her brother back.
Then she would have her whole family together. She did not care how it would happen. But it would happen because for too long, they had taken from them. And one day they would have everything once again.
She did not know how it would happen. But it would happen.
*
Liz was driving with fear. Nothing scared her as much as when she faced the lost the love of her life on that day in Vermont. And how lucky they had been to get him to come back. No one should have lived again after dying. In the way he had died. But on that day, she had gotten a miracle. And lived a lifetime in those weeks before he was taken from her again. But at least he was alive, these past seventeen years.
She could live her life, raise their daughter, and hold out hope that fate could right their mistake, and bring him back to her, but now, she was knowing what someone out there did not want Max to come out of that prison alive. So, while her daughter was staring into space thinking of the father she had just barely gotten to know and did not know how she could live her life even if she had not known her father for all her life, until the month before, “Mom” she whispered.
“It will be alright honey,” Liz said softly. “Your father is the strangest person I have ever known, and he has made it through some truly horrendous experiences, and this will be no difference.
We will not be losing him or please god, do not take him from us she whispered to herself because she knew her husband had many qualms in believing god, given who he was, and what powers he did have, but she wanted to believe god was not this cruel to take Max away from them, when they were just starting to know the man he was today.
The drive was long and frustrating, and Liz knew this was what her husband had been trying to eliminate the constant drive from Roswell to the prison, and now she and Olivia were taking the drive out of necessity because she needed to know her husband was still with them. “Your father will come through this…”
“Not if they do not want him to?” Olivia muttered because the last month had instilled a degree of frustration and hatred at the system. She had been raised to believe in it and most days in situations that she did not have to think her father to be in, then she knew she did believe in. She saw the good the Sheriff did in their town. But Roswell was small. Sure, it was close minded in many cases, and liked to criticize her mother for sticking by her man when he was in prison. Even though many would do it if their shoe were on their foot.
Given they were not in a big city, but a small town. She loved her small town. It was peaceful
most of the time she thought. She would not want to live anywhere else, but she was happy to be able to try it when she took the exchange during the following school year.
“You should not think like that,” Liz murmured even though she had the same feeling. “It would take a lot to have your father not make it” she muttered out loud into the car. She knew it did take a lot for any of the aliens of any make to get sick. It was rare, and usually only due to unusual circumstances for it happen as she remembered when Max was momentarily unconscious in high school thanks to a car accident they were, and then Michael when he went through that bonding exercise trying to get information from River Dog, out by the reservation and then when he became violently ill while drinking too much during an angsty period with Maria. Therefore, Liz knew it took a lot for any of those she loved of the alien hybrid gang to get sick or hurt. Which scared her for Max. Because she had known he had withstood seventeen years of this crap.
It wears you down after awhile, and nothing you do to prevent it can stop you from feeling it in the end.
“But given all he has gone through?” Olivia asked. “His number has to come up, sometime, right?” as if she had read her mind and Liz had not counted out that possibility as she grimly assessed the situation.
Liz did not want to think like that, so she stayed silent and Olivia got her answer in her silence as they continued to drive, and finally they found themselves in the parking lot of the prison. Getting out of the car, they each ran to the front door. “No, I do not care” Liz said at the resistance they were met at the security station. “My husband is in the infirmary, and we have a right to see him?”
“No, you don’t” came the guard as he looked at the computer that had a big red alert on Max’s file. On the computer, it was said in big letters, not to let anyone in the prisoner’s immediate family inside to see the prisoner and gave pictures of all the family members they knew of, at the time.
“I am his wife,” Liz muttered.
“Who has been told to stay away,” came the guard as he joined the one on duty. “We know what you and his lawyer have been up to?”
“I am sure you do,” came Liz with disgust in her voice. “It does not stop me from being his wife, and better yet, I am a doctor. So, maybe I can be of some help to those doctors you have on staff. I know my husband more than anyone, and I know how to handle him.”
“You have only seen him twice in the last seventeen years” came the guard. “And is he not in here because of what he did to you?”
“What happened in our private life is none of your business,” Liz bristled and so did Olivia because neither woman wanted to remember even if they had to of the circumstances that had led Max to be in this place. “I love my husband. And I am not going to allow you people to succeed in killing him.”
“Hey,” came another guard nearby. “We are doing exactly what we are supposed to be doing.”
“Not if you refuse to let me and my daughter see her father than I am going to assume that you people are up to funny business, at the direction of the government. My husband has been a model prisoner, and until recently has shown nothing to warrant you keeping him from me or my daughter,” Liz said with a ton of disgust on her face, and the guards knew it as Olivia just stood back and was stunned to see her mother was all her glory in her demands her father. This was not a role she was used to see in her mother, except when it was in defense of her, and she was seeing it being aimed at the prison. She was impressed and loved and respected her mother even more than she already did. “Let me see your boss?”
“Which would be the warden, and he is busy right now,” The guard mused because he knew the warder was dealing with the prisoner in question. “You will have to come back” the guard muttered and knew that was not going to go over well, as both women gave a fierce look at the man. Both eyebrows went up, and Olivia knew that was not something that should have been said to her mother.
“Do I care, get him or take me to him” Liz demanded. “Or my daughter and I will stay here, and we can make a racket?” she threatened. “You can tell the warden this, and he will know it is better to see me, because he knows very well what kind of mess that I can bring to him, and to the reputation of this prison if I am ignored,” she murmured as she was beginning to think she was too passive all these years, and maybe she would have her husband if she had raised a stink way before now. Whether Max had wanted her to or not.
“Fine,” the guard mumbled because he was tired of the scene that Liz was making, and people were noticing and watching. And he knew she would be right. This was a mess they did not need, so he relented, as he let Liz through the security rope that led to the scanner because the guard had the feeling ultimately that Evans’ wife would be sent away.
“Mom” Olivia asked.
“You stay here, and I will be back to get you when we get the okay” Liz murmured as something unspoken went from mother and daughter, and Olivia caught as she stayed behind, and nodded. “I love you” she called out towards her daughter as she walked away.
“I love you too” Olivia said as she was full of admiration for her mother as she watched her mother walk away as she turned and sent death rays at the guard but stayed silent.
“If you are going to say something,” the guard assessed the teenager and knew the girl wanted to unload on him but was staying silent.
“Who me,” Olivia in her best smile as her eyes turned softer, like she was a perfect angel while at the same time her brain was swirling. “Of course not. All I want to say is what you people are doing to separate my mother and father, and even me from even seeing my father, who could be dying for all we know is unconscionable, and you will be going to hell for what you are doing here at this prison in the name of your job.”
The guard did not respond, as Olivia merely stopped speaking and walked over to the waiting area near security, as people watched her, as she got out her phone, and the guard did not know what to think about it was clear moments later that Olivia was doing something to do her phone to get the guard to step away from his post. Once no one was at the computer, by they security check-in. The teenager simply looked around and walked on up, and did some fancy tap work of the keyboard, and the locked gate opened, and she waked on in, and the guard came back moments later the guard came back, and noticed Olivia gone. None of the family members in the audience spoke up because they impressed that Olivia had the guts to what they had wanted to as they waited to be able to see their love one.
The guard meanwhile did not think she got through and figured that she likely left.
He would be wrong…
*
“What do you mean you brother is in the infirmary?” Phillip Evans asked as he walked into his daughters’ home. Irritating Isabel because she needed to get to the office now that her husband was home and able to take care of the kids, and now she was being prevented by her father. On the way home from the golf course after a friendly game and dinner with friends that he still did once a month. With Diane busy Phillip was electing to take the long route home and decided to stop by her daughter’s home to gather more information on the insane level of activity in their family in recent weeks. Phillip could also tell that his daughter was annoyed by his arrival.
Annoyed sure, but Isabel quickly gathered that her father had not been told the latest. Which did make sense because as Max’s lawyer. She knew. And since next of kin would be Liz and Olivia in that order, therefore, her parents would be the last to know.
“I am sorry Dad,” Isabel murmured as she tempered her tone.
“Sorry, about what? Phillip asked as he lighted up at the sight of his granddaughters who had come to greet him. Maxine and Kate were the light of his and Diane’s lives, and they were evidence they had made the right choice in adopting Isabel, and her brother. Grandchildren always made it easier, and he loved seeing his granddaughters grow up.
“That I have to keep shocking you,” Isabel murmured as she for once wanted something to go right in their lives.
“What happened?” Phillip asked.
“I do not know, which is why I am hoping to get to office and use the official channels to find out more because I know from Olivia that the prison is giving her and her mother a bad time up there, and there is no guarantees that they will be allowed to see Max,” she murmured because she knew from her niece’s text that Liz was now in with the warden, and the prison was refusing to give out any official word on her brother’s health.
“What do you think happened?” Phillip asked because for most of his career he had stayed in business, and contract law with a few diversions into the criminal world, with some limited and some stressful times involved which is why he was happy to say within the specialty of the law that he had. His daughter had been the opposite and had wanted to help those in need with the obvious hope of one day find a way to bring her brother home.
Phillip did not want to get his hopes up.
“Honey,” Phillip asked once again when Isabel was not answering his question.
“Dad,” Isabel sighed.
“You do not think that the prison in some way aided in your brother’s condition?” Phillip wondered.
“I do not know Dad,” Isabel managed. “Because they will not tell me what is going on than it is not hard not to think the more dreadful of theories as to what happened to my brother. Which is why I want to go over to the office and see if I can get them to give me something.”
“I would think the prison would not want to do that?” Phillip asked and Isabel only sighed because she knew her father still had some idealism in relation to the field of law. While she had seen the front lines, and while she loved being a lawyer. She also knew the profession was not for the faint of heart. You needed to have the fortitude for this kind of profession. To weather the disappointment that too often rang out more than joy for a successful case.
“Dad, I love you, and I know you want to think the best, but they do no want to admit they got it wrong regarding my brother,” Isabel insisted.
“Which is why they are playing hardball, and putting every wall up to prevent Liz from seeing Max or from admitting that maybe they have made a mistake and my brother is not guilty?”
“Honey,” Phillip murmured.
“Dad, seriously, we have given them enough reason doubt that it was likely someone else who committed the army base massacre. Max is not guilty, and only confessed to save the rest of us, and he would have been out if it was those other charges. They do not want to give him any happiness, or to admit they were wrong, and they are preventing Liz from seeing my brother. Even today, they are putting up a fight. Because to admit they were wrong, and they put someone behind bars that was innocent, and tampered with evidence to get their evidence would put the attorney general in danger when he wants to win the Senate race next year,” Isabel muttered with her hatred at her officials and yet had the knowledge that she had to keep it button up because she had to deal with these same people for her other cases. Cases that these people were playing ball with but did not want to do the same with her brother. Which did annoy her.
“I understand,” Phillip acknowledged.
Yet Isabel knew he did not. “Grandpa,” Maxine asked as she came into the room after taking a detour into the kitchen. “Can we shoot hoops out in the back?”
“How about you and your sister play, and I’ll watch” Phillip murmured because he did find joy with his grandkids. Because while Kate did have other interests, she did play basketball with her father and sister in the back. Kyle had been couching Maxine for the last year since it became obvious the girl was seriously talented. Kate was skilled, but she liked watching it more, and she had other interests. Just like her mother. Maxine might look like her mother but was just as much or more talented in basketball than her father. While on the other hand, Kate favored her father, and uncle, and yet she went other ways in her interests.
Isabel liked seeing it because it meant their family could be normal. Given that normal was not always what it was cracked out to be, but in this case, Isabel relished it as she saw her father go and collect Kate who was in the kitchen. Sighing, she picked up her case as her cellphone rang, and she answered it as she walked out the door.
“I am on the way to the office,” Isabel murmured as the door slammed behind her while Phillip supervised a children’s game of basketball in the back, as it got competitive between the sisters, and it was fun to watch.
*
Olivia felt like a rebel. Like all those characters you see in the movies. Who attempt the impossible in protection of those they loved? Well, she was one now. She might not know her father. He might still be a mystery to her. And she was reacting on instinct. But she had a sense this was the right thing. Even if it was going against, the very system she was supposed to support. She knew her father might have done some wrong things in his life.
But it did seem right to her for him to be kept behind bars for something he did not do. All under the disguise of doing what is right. Out of protection of the outside world.
She crept through the hallways. Creeping around, amazed that she had not been discovered yet. It helped that she had quickly changed in scrubs, under a mask and no one could have a sense of who she truly was. As she had this sense of where she was going and did not need directions. She continued to have.
“Who are you?” came a voice from behind her. Fear of being caught, she stopped and turned and faced the guard. “You are new?”
“Yes,” Olivia lied. “Intern in the infirmary. My first day,” she lied. “Intern Jones,” she lied once again as she took out her faulty license that she still had on her but only gave an appearance of showing it because she could not afford to have them remember her name because of her previous appearance here at the prison under the identity. “Trying to find my way around, you know.”
“Go that way,” the guard said as he nodded as she breathed a sigh of relief when he did not check her identity. “You better be careful around here because these people are pretty dangerous.”
I can take care of myself Olivia muttered as she quickly walked away, and down the hall. The guard went on his way and did not think anymore of the intern. While Olivia had a lot on her mind as she continued to walk along the pathway that took her to her, to her father as she felt the coldness of the prison.
Not that should surprise her, but she wanted her father to be out of this place. No one should be in a place like this unless they deserved it. and her father did not need this place. Sure, she might not know every gory tale of her parent’s courtship nor what crimes he might have committed that did warrant investigation. Still, to be in prison for something he had not done, or not been in his right mind. Olivia could not reconcile with that. The footage might tell a side of the story. Still, she knew her father did not deserve this fate.
Even if she still did not know the man. And only had a few meetings in her sixteen years of life as she continued to walk the halls and was amazed, she was getting as far into the fortress of the prison as she was without being discovered. Then she saw a circle of people around a doorway, and then a guard look directly at her and frown. She knew her rouse was up. Someone knew who she was.
But the guard looked away, and Olivia wondered what was up with that when a text came on her phone, and she looked down at her smart watch that had been a birthday present from her mother.
Why are you here? came the message, but she knew she could not answer the text. Another one popped up
Room B240.
Olivia did not react and continued to walk away from the rush of people who were mulling among themselves about the situation with Evans.
Scotti was observing, and she had seen Olivia and knew it was Max’s daughter. Despite the disguise. Olivia looked so much like both of her parents. It was easy to know who she was, but thankfully the prison was as oblivious as the parents had been as teenagers.
Scotti watched Olivia walk towards the room.
I might have underestimated Olivia she thought. Maybe the teenager would prove fiercer than her half brother. She had seen that you should never underestimate any of the clan as she watched as Olivia found the room and disappeared into it, and out of her sight.
*
“Ms. Parker,” the warden said with wariness in his voice as he looked up at the wife of his prisoner.
Why could she not be like most spouses and abide by my rules he muttered but he quickly learned that was not Elizabeth Parker. Even if he knew he was taking her husband’s name. “We told you that we would tell you if anything changes?”
“No, you did not” Liz muttered. “You did not tell me anything about my husband or his present condition,” she allowed as she hated having to come here and deal with this man who wanted to keep her husband in this place, when there was evidence that showed he did not deserve to be here. “I want to see my husband?”
“We told you that was not possible,” the warden murmured.
“Why the hell not?” Liz asked.
“Because we do not know what is going on with your husband’s condition, and we want to wait and see before we call in family” the warden muttered.
“Which is ridiculous given I am doctor myself, and I know that you should always have family with someone who is sick, and I am next of kin, and I am proxy on any medical condition regarding my husband. You cannot keep me away from him in a situation like this,” Liz said with lethal eyes. “That is unethical, and what if my husband’s condition is truly serious and decisions have to be made” asked. “You cannot keep me away.”
“We want to see what we are dealing with, as it only been a few hours” the warden muttered.
“Hogwash. The first hours are the most crucial,” Liz muttered. “We deserve to see him,” she asked. “Are you going to let me see him or are you going to bow to the government who want to keep me away from my husband?”
“Your husband’s conviction partly involves you,” the warden asked.
“So, what?” Liz asked. “As I said to your guards. What transpires between my husband and I are our private business? My husband confessed, and we might be fighting that confession but that does not mean my husband’s human rights should be violated. He deserves a chance to have his family around him. You have had him for all these years, and he has not done anything to warrant this heavy-handed move to keep him from seeing our daughter or myself. Serial killers have been able to see their families. So, why can’t we do the same?” she asked. “My marriage is my private business, and none of your concern.”
“As long as he is a resident in this prison,” the warden murmured. “It’s my business. The court obviously says that access should be denied?”
“Because you are telling them to deny the access, while I do not see you giving the same discretion a serial killer” Liz asked.
“You have no idea what might happen with other prisoners,” the warden muttered.
“Don’t I?” Liz asked. “I think I have a pretty good idea,” she muttered as she knew she needed to get the warden on his side. “Look, I know you have a prison to run, and most of these people deserve to be here. You should not think I am against punishment because I am sure most deserve to be here, but I know my husband confessed for a crime he did not do because of outside forces, and those outside forces are now trying to keep him here,” she sighed. “I love my husband, and if he deserved to be here, I would be singing a different tone. But I do not think my husband deserves your treatment. He has asked for nothing these past years, has he?”
“No,” the warden conceded.
“Then why are you so interested in going along with the government on my husband’s treatment?” Liz asked. “You might think me as some deluded wife who is standing by my man, but I am not. My husband has made mistakes. No person is a saint, and I am not saying he is an angel, but he should be treated on his own merits and not because the government does not want to look bad, or future political careers could be tainted?”
“I cannot speak for any other person’s career, and neither can you?” said the warden.
“Fine,” Liz murmured. “All I want is answers. I want to know how my husband is, and I want to be able to see him. That is all I am asking for, and nothing else until I know at least something to help me know what is going on with my husband?”
“We do not know what is going on with you husband,” the warden said honestly. “He suddenly collapsed, and we are running tests in the infirmary before we do anything more. We do not like keeping family away from prisoners, especially if they can help. But I have my orders…”
“And those orders are crap,” Liz said honestly.
“They might be, but I will protect my prison” the warden muttered. “It is my job.”
“And Max is my husband, and I will not be kept from him” Liz warned.
*
Daddy came Olivia’s first words as she walked into the room that held her father. Lying so flat, and so unconscious, hooked up to machines. With a large degree more bruises than when she had last seen them
Bastards she thought. As she quickly looked around to make sure she was alone. She was, because it was obvious that no one in the infirmary ward was paying any attention to the patient because he was unconscious.
And to them, they did not care because of his perceived crimes. But Olivia did care. She knew she probably should not because this man had not been a father to her. Her mother had been the one she could count on. Her father had made the choice to sacrifice himself, but still, she looked at the man who laid in the hospital bed and it was like all the dreams she had before she learned the truth.
But this was not any hospital she knew, because it was different. It was cold and sterile. She hated being in here, but she needed to see the man who had braved this life to protect her mother, and even her, even though he had not known of that consequence of his decision for sixteen years.
“Dad” she said as she composed herself. “What did they do to you?” she asked softly. Too soft, so not to wake up any surveillance of the room.
She did not want to take any chances.
Seeing her father like this made her decision for her, and she whipped out her phone and called for reinforcements
I need U to help me?
Why me? came the response.
U are the only one I thought of, so will U help me? she typed and waited for a response.
Where are U? came the response.
She typed her location, and chuckled when she got back
Are you kidding me, or are you crazy?
I might be she typed back and while Olivia knew she was playing with fire, and this could plan of hers could turn on a dime, but she knew she needed help, and it did not occur to go to her family, or maybe she was, even though to her, he was not completely family, but he was blood to her.
They are playing hardball with Mom, and you are my only hope. So, get here, please.
Fine, keep low came the response.
What do U want me to do?
She knew she had to keep low, because that might be the only way she could get out of here, and she typed.
Maybe U are crazy was the response.
Are U coming or not otherwise, I can call other reinforcements?
Yes, came the response.
Now she just had to keep low and hide.
*
While it was nearly the end of hour three within the warden’s office. Liz was still in a stare down the man. She did not know where her daughter was. She was refusing to budge from the room, and therefore the warden had to stay. She tied to seek out her daughter but was seeking silence. The warden indicated she was no longer at security.
Which told me she was to her own devices, and that scared her. Because who knows what her daughter could be up to. But Liz felt compelled to stay and win her showdown with the warden. “Are you going to let me see my husband?”
“No,” said the warden. “Your husband is being treated, and we will let you know when his condition changes” he muttered.
“How about you let me see him, and then I can leave you alone” Liz asked. “I am not going anywhere unless I see my husband.”
“We do not know anything more since you arrived here Ms. Parker,” came the warden who wished for his visitor to actually leave his office so that he could get back to the business of running this prison.
“How should I trust you. You have not one thing to remove the danger my husband faces in this place” Liz asked. “So, why should I take you word for it?”
“Because we are not in the business of misleading families” the warden muttered.
“Aren’t you?” Liz asked. “You have been preventing myself from visiting my husband and making my own assessment of his condition. Should you not be wanting me to see for myself that everything is on the up and up otherwise I am going to continue to think the worst and that you people have been doing your level best to make sure my husband does not come out of that infirmary alive.”
“We have not touched your husband?” the warden muttered.
“By keeping me from him, well, you are making sure I have a different opinion” Liz murmured. “All I want to do is see my husband. I am not asking anything more of you,” she demanded. “I need to see him for myself.”
“You two have been apart for nearly seventeen years, so why is today any different than any day in these past years?”
“Because my husband has been inflicted by some condition. When I know he has not had a sick day in his life, and it is very hard for him to become sick because he has a very iron clad constitution,” Liz lied because there was a very different reason for her husband’s inability to become sick. “It takes a lot for my husband to be inflicted by something unless it is being done to him, by someone else…”
“You are not accusing my guards?” the warden warned.
“If you refuse to let me see him than how can I not have that opinion. I have not wanted to do this, but I can call my lawyer, and she can go to court?” Liz threatened. “You are denying my husband something that is his basic right. To be treated, and to see his family?”
“It’s not a right to see family?” the warden muttered.
“It is to be cared for, and to be treated fairly and in the same way that you would treat anyone else in this prison. To discriminate against him based on what he is believed to have done is wrong. I want to see my husband…” Liz muttered with tension in her voice as she was becoming tired of this run around. “As I said. Even the more horrid serial killer can see family?”
“I really think…” the warden muttered because he was tiring of this conversation when the phone rang. Answering and taking the reprieving the caller was giving from dealing with Liz, “Yes,” he said as Liz felt defeated by the battle she had been waging and checked her messages and still had not heard from her daughter.
Where are you? she texted to her daughter.
No response.
“Are you kidding me?” came the warden in wariness and anger as he looked directly at Liz, and Liz knew something had to have happened, and the warden was livid. Which meant it was bad news for her. “Have you looked around the place?” he asked. “Why was someone not watching the prisoner?” he asked. “No, do not come here. Lock down the place and look for the prisoner do you hear me. How does a comatose prisoner get up, and walk out of his damn prison” he asked as if he was poising the question to Liz?
Shit Liz mused to herself.
What did you do Olivia? she also asked herself as the warden dropped the phone and got up from his desk. “Has this been some ploy?”
“What do you mean?” Liz asked.
“Were you playing diversion so that someone cane come into my prison and cause my prisoner to disappear?”
“What do you mean Max is missing?” Liz asked. “That is impossible?”
“So, Ms. Parker, tell me where you took my prisoner otherwise you might become a resident of this place?” as the warden’s eyes came down on Liz, and Liz knew she was not getting out of this office anytime soon.
“How should I know?” Liz asked as she finally batted back the advantage the prison was giving her by
not allowing past the security gates “You have not allowed me to see my husband” she said with a smug satisfaction that only made the warden angrier.