Chapter 24I was waiting on the sidewalk the next morning when Ronald drove up in his BMW. The one I had borrowed and been robbed in. The sun was shining brightly and even though it was Saturday the streets were getting crowded. Most businesses were open until noon on Saturdays.
Ronald was in a good mood. “Hopefully the warden can help us,” he said.
“How exactly can he do that?” I asked envisioning a room with some prison guards holding a prisoners head in a tank of water.
“I'm not too sure, but my friend says they do special jobs for the police from time to time. He said he would explain it to us.”
We parked near the administrative entrance and went through security. We signed in and were given badges. Then a security guard took us to the warden's office.
The warden shook Ronald's han
