I was on my way through C-wing last night when one of the offenders called me over to his cell door. What he had to say sounded fairly urgent so I stopped and listened to him for a few minutes. Here's the gist of the conversation:
"C.O.! C.O.! Can you come here a minute? I want to give you some evidence. I found it here in my cell. It's a fingernail. I want to get it swabbed for evidence of DNA. It's proof of attempted murder on my mother. There was a black hair, kind of curly, on the floor right next to it. There were two other hairs and some sweltering of some kind on the styrofoam cup. Yeah, they said I flushed away my last chance but I just looked down and there it was. I want that DNA checked against (some name) and (some name). Anyway, I need to get that checked for DNA and maybe that can get me out of here finally. You know, when I turned the water on there was some loose hydrogen in the cell and it had me kind of worried.... you know what they say about free water... So, can you get that to the people so it can be checked? It's kind of important.."
I opened the chuckhole and he handed me out a small peice of what looked like silicone sealant that they used to seal the cracks in the floor. I promised I would get it to the investigator as soon as possible and have them run it through the whole CODUS system.
He seemed satisfied with that.
I seem to get alot of those type of conversations. They often do bad things to my head.
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