Prison on road 45

Jenna interviews a man named Vic Jacksonian and he gives her information that he shouldn't have told her.

The cell block was filled with young and old convicts; all different ages were placed together in a four person cell. Jenna walked in the middle of the hall so that no man could grab a hold of her. She was walking behind to well armed security guards that had the keys to every cell for every block in the prison. Convicts in almost every cell whistled at her and smiled as they whispered dirty things to each other; it was really the only time they got along. Eyes all around looked at her like she was the knew piece of bate that was going to be put in the middle of the lunch room at their next eating.

They reached the end of the hall and into the main area which was the security room, It was pretty large for one room, but there was a little of guards to keep entertained and fed. The prison lied in the city of Yakima WA, one of the highly dangerous cities in the state of Washington.

Convicts around the world were sent to that prison to be locked up for a few years or more than a century. Jenna was there to get an interview for the Yakima Herald, the famous newspaper that kept millions entertained with short interviews and news stories.

She was one of the main newspaper editors, she wasn't usually on interview missions, but her assistant is out sick and her questions were due tomorrow. Jenna had to get some answers from one of the killers of the Robbins family ; A husband and wife with their two young boys were murdered a few weeks ago and he was pleaded guilty; his hand prints were on one of the guns that was shot into the husband's forehead.

The whistling and howling went away as soon as the metal doors shut behind her. They weren't sound proof, but they were thick enough so that you barely heard any voices. One of the guards knocked on the assistant managers counter to get her checked in. She walked out from the back office with a large stack of convict's folders in her hands.

'Hello darling we need to get Jenna Milling checked in for an interview with Vic Jacksonian.” She nodded and started to press over thirty keyboard buttons per five seconds. “She's in boys.” The assistant manager said and opened the gate to the left and they made their way to Vic's cell. Jenna heard a loud slam from behind her and it was the gate shutting firmly.

The two guards that escorted her earlier stood in front of the cell numbered thirteen. Jenna stood behind them and she saw a muscled and tan man wearing a bright orange jumpsuit. He looked up and gave all of them a gray smirk and stood up.

“I'm just going to assume you're going to get me some orange shoes to match this horrid suit?” He guessed and he knew he was wrong; he just wanted to be the smart a*s he was. He slapped his hands together and stared at Jenna. “Another interview I presume?” The guard on the left rolled his eyes and unlocked the cell and pulled Vic out. Vic tugged himself away from the guard and they cuffed his hands together as they headed down the hall to the questioning room.

The guards stood on each side of the door and Jenna sat in front of Vic, he was staring deep into her light blue eyes with his dark brown pearls. “My name is Vic Jacksonian.” He said before she could even ask the first question which was his first and last name. “Have you done this before?” She asked and he rolled his eyes again like he thought she didn't notice something; which she didn't.

“You didn't really listen or hear my voice in our last conversation did you.” He smiled and put his hands on top of the metal desk; he twisted them together. He squinted his eyes and Jenna squirmed around her chair really quick before she breathed and asked the next question.

“Do you have a real reason for helping kill the family.” She asked straight out and he laughed with humor in his eyes as if something tickled him with a feather. “That's quite a personal question Mrs. whoever you are.” He showed his almost perfect white teeth, she was surprised that his teeth looked like that knowing he had been in prison for over a few weeks. She read in the newspaper that convicts didn't have good and clean spirit for brushing their teeth or their hair since they had no one to impress.

“How about you just answer the question.” Jenna said with a straight face; there was a blank expression on her face; she was not humored at all. Vic raised an eyebrow and tapped his fingers on the table. “Not anything in particular, can I just say it was for fun?” He asked with a dark smirk across his face and he fixed the collar of his suit. Jenna nibbled on the dry skin that still stuck to her lip and Vic licked his lips as if he was entertained.

“Did you have a gruesome or horrid past?” Vic's eyes widened and he started to bite at his nails, Jenna knew that that question hit his nerves; he ignored eye contact with her and he was dead silent for about ten minutes before he spat out a few words. “How about we skip that question.” He spat out some of his nail to the side and started to chew again. Jenna shrugged and scribbled out the question; she started to agree that the question was too personal.

Jenna scanned the questions before she asked another and she noticed that all of them deal with his personal life and not the crime, that's not what she wanted her assistant Alana to do. She wanted what happened at the crime scene and why he did it; what his opinion was. “I'm done with him.” Jenna said and his eyes widened, he looked disappointed and unhappy that she was going to leave.

Once she got up from the chair he shot up from the chair and grabbed her wrist. The guards ran to her, but before they passed her she stopped them.

“I think you should keep your eye out for other suspects, I wasn't the only one in on that deal.” He explain and threw her wrist away from his grasp. She told the guards to leave the two of them alone in the room, they agreed, but there was a short time for them. “What do you mean, deal?” Jenna asked and she sat back down on the metal chair. “If I got rid of that family for good then I would get one million dollars, but those fuckers decided to back-stab me.” He explained more and waited for a reply from the young and beautiful reporter in his eyes.

“Do you know any of the others names?” Vic shook his head and shrugged with despair, he was aggravated with Jenna for some reason, like she can't see the obvious answer right in front of her. “I can't say anymore, but I want out of this damn prison, I don't belong here.” Jenna laughed and got up from the chair with annoyance. “You shot a man in the head and killed his family right after, I don't expect anyone to throw you a party for you anytime soon.” Jenna joked and she grabbed her binder and headed for the door.

“Well you better watch yourself, they might come for you now that I have told you something that was supposed to stay a secret.” He smirked graciously and crossed his arms as he lied back on the chair in a comfortable position. “I'll keep that in mind.” She flipped her hair back behind her shoulder and half smiled at Vic. “You don't believe me do you, you think this is some joke right?” She nodded her head, but shrugged at the same time. “Depends on what happens next I guess.” Jenna didn't believe him for a second and she didn't plan on it. She was going to just let him rot in the cell he had occupied until they filed a death trial for him.