Renato gave Sammy a skeptical look, wondering if his friend had been sick in prison because he was already imagining things.
“Are you okay?” he asked while secretly glancing at the other prisoners and visitors. He was trying to send a message to Sammy, but he couldn’t get it because he was so immersed in his thoughts of Ronnie.
“I know what I saw. Well, although, technically, it was a bit shadowy last night. I will never forget that detective’s face and body. She even removed the hood of her sweatshirt to reveal her face. But she introduced herself as Ronnie, the man who I was looking for.” He reached for his pocket and pulled out the crumpled piece of paper. He showed it to Renato.
“See? That was the letter I left at Iryang’s place the night I—” he paused when a police officer passed b
