chapter eleven

word count: 647

jessa rechecked to make sure she was going to make it thru intake with as little bullshit as possible as she walked towards the gunmetal gray entrance door marked "visitors".....

bra,,check
long pants,,check
no cleavage,,check
no purse,,check
id in back pocket,,check

she stepped up to the desk,, signed in,, showed her id,was visually inspected by the matron...this was so much bull shit.. this was why she quit visiting jason in the first place.....

but she had to know.. had to find out what all of this meant,, jason being on the news.. in the papers...

she had picked up bits and pieces from what she could read thru the glass caged windows of the paper boxes...

a dead baby,, in a bucket on the side of the road..then something about the buckets came up missing again..she had to find out what jason knew.. and whether or not he had anything to do with all of this...

she sat, nervously picking a piece of dead cuticle off her thumb nail.. bite,, pick,, pick,, bite some more.. she hadn't noticed the tall classically good looking deputy come into the room... nor had she noticed that he had spent quite a while,, as well as some sweet smiles and a few candid laughs over there with the matronly looking female deputy at the intake desk before she had given him the ok to personally accompany her up to the visiting block...

"... and i mean that.." vic dimarco said with a suave backward glance over his shoulder,, and a smile straight out of a romance novel to seal the deal... smoldering,, they would have called it... a smoldering smile... which disappeared as soon as his head was righted and he was walking toward the skinny little crack head girl friend he knew belonged to jason alexander... jessa... he couldn't help but wonder what her tricks called her,, cheyene,, jasmine,, deserie... he had been with enough of these little street hookers to get the drift... something exotic.. something memorable,, something that made her feel like someone else...

"miss longo,, you are here to see jason alexander??" he started talking before he had even stopped walking.. he wanted to catch her off guard,, he needed to be one step ahead... these little street bitches were sharp.. they had a sixth sense.. they could smell trouble..

"follow me." he said, turned and walked toward the door to the visitors hall,, without ever making eye contact...

jessa scrambled to her feet and followed..

when he was safely out of the viewing distance of the female deputy at the desk.. he turned, and said, "how you doin?" smoothly pulling off his best jersey accent...as he looked at her from under his brow, just enough of his too long bangs hanging down that if he angled his head just right and let them fall, just so,, he could pull off "sheepish".. he flashed her a soft smile to bring some light to his otherwise dark mediterranean features...

jessa just looked at him,, what was this asshole doing?? playing her?? he'd have to work a whole lot harder at it than that...and lose the uniform,, and the badge,, and start sprouting some serious cash... she said nothing... just continued to look at him like he was turning green before her eyes...

"follow me.." vic stated very matter-of-factly and looked away... this was not going to be as easy as he had hoped.. he was going to have to resort to plan b.. the street approach.. this one was way too tough.. she didn't look bad for someone that had evidently been around the block more than a couple of times.. who knows.. he might even have a little fun with this....

"alexander!" he called out in his deepest, darkest, most serious, deputy voice.. jason jumped off the bench by the wall and smiled like he had finally seen the light... jessa.. she made it.. thank god....