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thing, God is with you.”
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    Sergeant Goines was what you called a ‘narcotic Sergeant’. Every drug investigation/bust that took place on the compound was headed by him. He had been known to turn a blind eye to any non-drug offense, unless the participant(s) was on his ‘hot list’. A ‘hot list’ was a document that contained every inmate that had been caught, or suspected of dealing/using drugs. These people were subject to getting searched or having a urinalysis conducted on them at any given time.
    Hammer found himself hoping that he had somehow ending up on that list so he could be on his merry way once they did whatever they decided to do. He knocked on the Sergeant’s door, hoping, praying.
    “Come in,” a man yelled form the other side of the door.
    Hammer entered the office and was taken aback when he seen Warden Felts. He was sitting at Sergeant Goine’s desk like he was the CEO of Fannie Mae.
    Sergeant Goines stood at the window, playing with a pair of handcuffs. His piercing blue eyes bore into Hammer like he was reading his mind.
    “Come on in and shut the door, Bobbit.”
    He done what he was told, while keeping his undivided attention on Warden Felts. His presence made Hammer very uncomfortable. They had an extensive past that dated all the way back to Hammer’s first year in prison.
    He never knew how Felts had come to the point of loathing him. The only thing that was clear was the fact that it was to the point of no return. They were lifetime enemies.
    Hammer had collected twenty disciplinary write-ups since he had been incarcerated, and eighteen of them had come from Felts in some sort of fashion. They usually came around the same time he was up for custody review.
    Felts had promised him from the start that he would do his entire prison sentence there so he could give him hell every minute of it. So far, his prediction was accurate.
    “For some reason,” Felts began, “you can’t seem to keep your nose clean.”
    “I haven’t done anything.”
    “That’s not what Bobby Johnson is saying. You know that he was stabbed in his sleep last night.”
    “Nah, don’t know nothing about that. I’m not in the same dorm with him.”
    “Oh. He identified the inmate that assaulted him. We also know that the guy was only acting on orders.”
    “You’re barking up the wrong tree, Felts. I don’t have any beef with him. Nor do I have the power to give an order like that.”
    “He told me that he had two confrontations yesterday. One of them was with you.”
    “Ah, man! That was nothing serious,” Hammer said, not wanting to give them any kind of information.
    “I guess a couple of bundles of heroin ain’t all that serious to you, huh?”
    “I don’t deal with nothing like that; I’m about to go home.”
    “Not on schedule if you don’t tell about this heroin operation that’s going on in my compound.”
    Hammer suddenly realized why he had been summoned there. It was true that Bobby had put him in the mix by mentioning his name, but he had also named his assailant. So that case was closed.
    Goines and Felt’s real focus was to find out who was dealing the drugs, and more importantly, how they were getting them in the prison. This case had ‘street charges’ written all over it, and right in their reach.
    All they needed was an inmate who was familiar with everything that went on at the institution. Hammer fit the criteria because he had been at Bunn longer than any other inmate that was currently there.
    The only problem with that was Hammer wasn’t a snitch. He also wasn’t dumb, so he didn’t let them know that he was hipped to them.
    “What’s your angle, Felts? You know that I didn’t have nothing to do with that boy getting stabbed, and you also know that I don’t deal with no drugs. Do you hate me that much whereas you’ll willing to pull me into that mess? Knowing I’m trying to get home to my daughter!”
    A mischievous grin spread across Felt’s face. It was