FIFTEEN
Detectives Tony Marinelli and Joshua Tooms sat at their desks, waiting for the footage that Traffic was sending over. Tooms shuffled through the files on the three escapes, hoping something might stick out, while Tony was going through the prison phone records to see if any of them had made any unusual calls in the twenty-four hours prior to the escape.
Tooms threw down the file and stretched; he could feel his muscles under his shirt begin to stiffen from all the inactivity and stress from lack of information in the files. “These guys who escaped have nothin’ to do with what happened; they have no life, no family who wants to know them, no friends, nothin’. s**t Tony, you could be one of them,” Tooms laughed.
Tony replied by giving Tooms the finger. “All these dudes had served
