“I need the TV out of my locker box.”
“All of your property was bagged, tagged, and stored in the property room.”
“Can you still get it?”
“No problem. I have to go that way in a minute. I'll stop by here on the way back to my post. You worried about missing your soaps?” he said with a conspiratorial nod and smile.
“Yep. You got me. I'm a whining, crying, drama super fan.”
“Uh-huh. I'll be back.”
Ace had finished his workout by the time the lieutenant returned with the TV folded up in a blanket. “Are you the one that asked for the blanket?” Cole said loud enough for the guys in neighboring cells to hear.
“Yep. Thanks, Lieutenant Cole. It's cold in here at night,” Ace said out the tray slot, glancing at the inquisitive inmates who were staring out their windows or slots. Several yelle
