Last Call (2008) by Grippando James - Jack Swyteck 07

Author:Grippando, James - Jack Swyteck 07 [07, Grippando, James - Jack Swyteck]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2011-01-04T18:06:22.937000+00:00

Chapter 28

A buzzer pulsated throughout TGK as the guards took Theo back to his cell. It was a sound that Theo hadn't heard since death row, but he knew what it meant even before the voice came over the PA system: "Lockdown. All prisoners to their cells immediately."

A chorus of groans filled the cell block, followed by the shuffling of inmates' feet, like a rag-tag army in defeat, and finally the slamming of cell doors.

Charger climbed up to the top bunk. Theo went to the lower one.

In ten minutes, the place was secure. The PA system keyed for another announcement: "All prisoners to the bars. All clothing removed."

That triggered further grumbling, punctuated by sporadic shouts of profanity and some clanging on the iron bars in protest. But it was short-lived, quieted in part by a team of guards that swept through the cell block, nightsticks drawn in a show of force.

Theo rolled out of his bunk and began to remove his clothes. Charger jumped down and did the same. There was a protocol to undressing in the presence of your cell mate. It had to do with the eyes: you made damn sure they didn't roam.

"What are they looking for now?" said Charger.

"Hell if I know," said Theo.

But he did know. Theo was looking for the same thing: the CD-Town Posse tattoo.

Theo was certain that he'd seen it on somebody's back in the shower, but he remembered nothing more about it. The showers were a steamy crowded mass of naked male flesh. Looking around too much and making eye contact with the wrong dude was a good way to end up a "catcher" -- a daily ticket to taking it up the ass. All Theo had been able to tell Jack was that he'd seen the tattoo, and it was on a black guy's back. Jack immediately passed the information along to Andie Henning, and before Theo returned to his cell the place was in lockdown. They were on a mission to find the guy with the tattoo.

Charger got naked first and walked to the bars. Theo was mindful of the eyes-front protocol, but his curiosity got the better of him. He stole a quick glance at his cell mate's back, checking for the tattoo.

"Like what you see?" said Charger.

For a moment it seemed that the dude had 360-degree vision. "I don't see nothin'."

"It's okay," said Charger, "you can check out my ass if you want to."

"Just shut your mouth."

For more than forty-five minutes they stood at the bars, unclothed and in silence, as a team of guards moved from one cell to the next. Time was something the inmates had plenty of, and the guards wasted it freely. It was a bizarre sight from Theo's perspective, staring out across the block at cell after cell of stark-naked men waiting at the bars. Black, white, and Hispanic. Young and old, fat and slim, many of them cut like bodybuilders, and nearly all of them bearing some kind of tattoo.

Charger spoke softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

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