Chapter XXICentral Mississippi Correctional Facility
Pearl, Mississippi
April 1, 2012
Chiquita's death wasn't a big surprise. When word of it spread, Clarice had expected excited chatter among the women at the very least. Maybe a little outrage from the religious inmates that would never condone leaving a girl to die behind a random building. Or even some friends of the deceased coming out of the woodwork to seek justice or revenge.
Nothing like that happened. Nada. Zilch. No one cared. Not even CMCF administration. Just another g**g banger they wouldn't have to worry about. Clarice was fascinated, though disturbed, by the lack of emoting, by the lack of correctional professionalism.
The image of Chiquita's whirring blade slicing through the air for her neck had haunted Clarice's slee
