Chapter 64
SINN'OUS
“Your lawyer is here to see you.” Rogers is right off the bat this morning. The cell door has only just cracked open.
It’s the news he’s been waiting for. This meeting is one he won’t be taking alone. It’s finally time to introduce Izz to Zayne’s lawyer and his ticket out. About time he shows Izz exactly how good he can have it if he does whatever Sinn'ous commands.
Rogers is on the ball, by the time Sinn'ous has pissed and dressed, Izz’s already waiting by the base of the stairs.
The boy is nervously chewing at the sleeve of his prison jacket.
The morning is chilled and rigid even in the heated Wing.
Not that the heating is worthy of any awards, it’s still better than nothing, but not by much.
He’s sure the prison board only invested in heating to calm the beasts they keep against their will.
Same reason the showers run warm. Keep the murderers happy so they don’t show up at your door when they get out.
Not that that would stop Sinn'ous should he choose to kill one of them.
He’s not one step down and CO Nolan Thomson is already leading Izz into the corridor. While the Wing continues to be slowly filled by men either wide awake or shuffling around half asleep. There is no in-between.
And he joins them, escorted by Rogers to K-Wing, where he places his hands at the small of his back without prompt. The cuffs go on, and they’re moving on to the collection of doors to work their way through. Their destination is the private visitation room where Charles Bennett will be waiting.
They make it to the final door, and are stopped by a guard coming from the opposite direction.
He’s left standing there while a guard, he can’t recall the name of, runs a conversation past Rogers.
Some issues in H-Wing, something relating to medical and extra staff needed.
He tunes it out, waiting impatiently to be let through the last door, which the unnamed guard had to go and shut when he entered here.
Fucking finally. He inwardly curses, when the last door is unlocked.
This private room isn’t the one he’s been given the other times he’s seen Charles Bennett, but you would not be able to tell it by sight alone. They’re identical, he only knows it’s a different room because they passed two doors to get here instead of one.
When Sinn'ous enters he is greeted by the sight of Izz and the lawyer sitting across from each other at the metal table. The conversation they’d been in coming to a pause.
Charles Bennett stands, offering Sinn'ous his hand. “Sinn'ous.” He greets, his tailored suit as immaculate as it’s been for every meeting. And the air of arrogance circling him is one Sinn'ous begrudgingly respects, because the lawyer gets results.
Sinn'ous takes the hand, gives it a firm shake, then drops the grip, diving straight into things. “Did you tell him.”
Izz’s seated at the table, shell-shocked and picking at his nails, pointedly not looking over at Sinn'ous.
What are you thinking about boy?
“I have informed my client of his case’s progress.”
“Time frame?”
“Within the week. A judge will sign off on it by noon.”
He’s very aware of the whole client-privacy-lawyer stick and how this is not included in it, divulging information to essentially a third party.
But he’s also aware that Charles Bennett knows who Zayne is and who Sinn'ous is. First priorities are to Zayne, whatever Zayne says goes. Which means second on that list is Sinn'ous. Mr Bennett knows the consequences of withholding information. That being said, the lawyer doesn’t give off anything remotely close to fear. Guess money talks, and he’s sure his brother pays a fortune for discretion.
“If that is all, I will take my leave.” Professional and punctual.
Sinn'ous flicks a hand dismissively, taking the chair beside Izz, turning it around and straddling the seat. Folding his arms over the back. An uncharacteristic pose for him, something he’s doing to try to put the boy at ease.
If he looks to be casual it should rub off on the smaller inmate and allow them to converse openly.
No walls between them. At least that’s how it will appear on Izz’s end.
“I told you I’d take care of everything.
This includes your case, and anything else revolving around the law.
” He holds back the snark that tries to drift out at the last word.
Because really, what makes them think they have a right to dictate what’s law.
The only law Sinn'ous will abide by is Satan’s law.
“Thank you.” Izz whispers.
He waits for more, but Izz gives nothing else. And Sinn'ous doesn’t push, he can see that pushing now would have the opposite effect of what he wants. He’ll allow his boy time to process everything.