Only a Case
Excerpt from my book: A Mailbox Money Story Only A Case The sound of the cell door clanged shut behind Tee Walker, sealing him in once again. He leaned back on his cot, hands folded behind his head, exuding the calm confidence of a man who had seen this all before. Around him, the familiar sights and sounds of jail hummed: guards walking the tiers, prisoners chatting, laughing, or just waiting for time to pass. Tee wasn't fazed. He'd been here too many times for this to bother him. This wasn’t his first case, and to him, it wasn’t going to be his last. Tee’s cellmate, Ronnie, a quiet older guy who’d been doing time longer than Tee, sat across from him. He stared at Tee, almost admiring how relaxed he seemed. "You ain't sweatin' this one at all, huh?" Ronnie asked. Tee chuckled, barely opening his eyes. "Man, it's only a case. They ain't got shit on me." He shifted his position, more comfortable than someone locked in...