“GET OFF ME, YOU NAUSEATING SLOB!”
“Shut up, little boy, and enjoy it,” inmate 0781231 grunted. He outweighed his cellmate, a twenty-year-old convict, by at least one hundred pounds.
In the adjacent cell, another convicted murderer, Renaldo DeJesus, covered his head with a sweat-soaked pillow. Ren heard the same brutal cries and grunts every night for the past eleven months.
Ren was serving a twenty-year sentence for the murder of Hank Sanguillen – the highly publicized “Game Night Murder.” But Ren was innocent. The circumstantial evidence against him was insurmountable. He had a motive – a jealous love for Linda O’Neill, the game night hostess. He had the potential murder weapon – a fireplace poker that had inconveniently gone missing. And, he had a checkered past – a proclivity for ha
