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“Meet your roommates,” said the officer to the new inmate. “We can call the three of you the New Yorkers.”
Martin Jones, a thirty-five-year-old lawyer with bright blond hair and a perfect smile, looked like he was barely old enough to drive. Standing at five feet eight inches, Martin was relieved that John and Mike were not too intimidating.
“Enjoy,” said the officer as he turned and walked away.
“I’m John, and this is Mike.”
“Nice to meet you,” responded Martin, who was familiar with the jail system as he’d worked as a criminal defense attorney.
“You’re from New York?” asked John.
“Long Island.”
“What brought you to Miami?” asked Mike.
“I went to Hofstra for undergraduate and went to the University of Miami for Law School. I wanted a change from Long Island. My grandfather use
