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CHAPTER 57

 

Vinny shambled along the edge of Lake Michigan taking one last glance at the mayhem he had left behind. All he could see was a blazing fire and flashing lights. He pulled his flippers off and tucked them under his arm while walking barefoot to the Jeep.

When he got to the Jeep he detached the rickety old trailer from the Jeeps receiver then yanked the license plate from the back of the trailer. The Gadget Man grabbed a gas can from the back of the Jeep and doused the trailer with gasoline. He lit the trailer on fire and then drove away in the Jeep barefooted because he forgot to bring a second pair of shoes.

Carter was still hunched over Tina trying to find a pulse. She had one but she was still unconscious. Carter's two way bleeped on his cell phone and he could hear the agents inside the helicopter." Hold on, we've got something. There seems to be a boat trailer on fire over at the Lake Shore Park."

Police cars raced to the site of the fire but the Gadget Man was long gone. All the evidence was going up in smoke.

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Loud cheers erupted from Spottsdale River Penitentiary as inmates actually stood up and applauded at the breaking news they were watching on television.

"It's about time somebody took care of that ball breaking cynic." Shouted an inmate.

The news showed constant replays of the boat blowing up and catching on fire. Jake the Snake was eating his little Chi-Chi he had made one spoonful at a time. It tasted absolutely delicious dressed up with fresh jalapenos, chopped up tomatoes, and tortilla chips wedged along side of the microwavable bowl. Now that Jake the Snake had money he could cook his own meals and the Spanish guys showed him just how to do it. His Chi-Chi was so delicious it tasted just like taco bell.

Jake the Snake picked up his bowl of food and ice cold soda then walked over to the television to see what all the commotion was about. The words Judge Thomas Anderson killed in explosion raced across the screen. Judge Anderson was a well known judge throughout the prison and had sentenced nearly a third of all the inmates. People claimed he wasn't fair and extremely cynical giving the maximum penalties to just about every inmate that walked in his courtroom. It was common for him to shell out 1000 month sentences and then sit in his chair and laugh about it. Judge Anderson had ruined the lives of many inmates that were still in the process of appealing.

As Jake the Snake watched the replays of the explosion,a smile ran across his face. He knew who had done this and would later black mail the teacher for more money. Evidently the correctional officers did not appreciate the celebration over the judge's death and announced a recall for a lockdown. As Jake the Snake returned to his cell in which he had all to himself, a tingling sensation of euphoria tickled through his rigid body. He may have a life sentence to do but at least he was going to be comfortable. Never again would he have to eat that nasty mystery meat bologna sandwiches. For the rest of his time in prison he was going to eat like a king.