He suspected that Clyde wanted to deal with the entire New York judicial system, but Nick could not figure out how Clyde, who had pleaded guilty and was locked in a cell, would deal with the New York judicial system.
However, Nick thought that since he had met Clyde, Clyde had either pretended to be scared and confused to confuse him, or he had an expression of confidence as if he had everything under control.
This made Nick a little absent-minded the whole morning, and his mind was full of what Clyde would do.
At 12: 30 p.m., Ferde Restaurant delivered the food that Clyde wanted on time. However, Clyde's words in court yesterday made the entire New York judicial system feel aggrieved.
As for the Bilton Prison where Clyde was being held, he was taken care of by his superiors again and again. The warden was so angry that he asked for the food that had already passed the security check to be checked again so that the food would be completely cold.
"Come on, guys, the appointed time is one o 'clock." Nick, who had been thinking all morning, could not figure it out. Seeing that everyone was so perfunctory, he could not help but remind them. "Clyde, that bastard, said one o' clock.
There must be something up his sleeves, "the warden said with a dark face." Prisoners don't know the time, and I'm in charge here. I don't care if it's one o 'clock or not. That bastard is in my hands, so he won't be able to eat hot food happily. "
Then he said to his subordinates, "Check carefully so that the higher-ups don't give us any more trouble."
"God, if it's Bill Reynolds's life at this time, who's going to be responsible if something happens?" Nick argued. "Think about it, guys, Clyde won't be able to walk out of here for the rest of his life. We'll have plenty of time and opportunities to deal with him in the future."
"F * ck, I don't care what happens in the future. I just don't like him now, and I want to deal with him now," one of the bailiffs complained. "My bonus this month is gone because of that bastard Clyde."
As soon as this was said, the warden said empathetically, "Check again."
This delay, what was supposed to be done in ten minutes was delayed until 1: 05. Then they pushed the food cart to the cell where Clyde was being held.
Two tall and burly guards opened the door and walked into the cell, handcuffing Clyde and his cellmate to the posts of the iron bed.
After ensuring that it was safe, the food was brought to Clyde using the non-threatening cutlery unique to the prison.
Looking at the food in front of him, Clyde grinned as he pinched a French fry and tasted it, causing the warden, bailiff, and prison guards standing outside the cell to have a bad look.
Nick looked at Clayde and his colleagues. Seeing that no one was in the mood to ask, he could only walk into the cell and stand in front of Clayde gloomily. "Shouldn't you say something?"
"Oh," said Clyde, finishing his French fries, "napkins and utensils, Nick."
Before Nick could say anything, the warden standing outside the cell took out a plastic fork from his pocket. "According to the rules, he can only use this."
Clyde wasn't angry that he didn't get the metal cutlery he wanted. He took the plastic fork that Nick handed him and ate happily.
The anxious Nick could not help but ask, "I've given you what you want. Now tell me where Bill Reynolds is."
"Okay, okay, what time is it?"
"One o 'clock sharp," the warden answered first.
"Are you sure? Nick, "said Clyde doubtfully as he looked at Nick in front of him.
Nick looked at his watch with a bitter expression. "It's one o 'clock now."
"Haha," Clyde heard this and looked at the warden outside the cell. "It's one o 'clock now. Those with eye problems should go see a doctor, Mr. Warden."
This made the warden, who already disliked Clyde, hate him even more. He couldn't help but swear that he would find a chance to teach Clyde a lesson.
Looking at Clyde's calm expression, Nick suddenly felt that his previous guess was right. He slammed his hand on the table in front of Clyde. "Tell me where Lawyer Bill Reynolds is."
"Hey, Nick, you're the smart one here." Clyde calmly ate a French fry with his fork and said after more than ten seconds, "Listen, I'm only going to say it once. If you don't remember, don't blame me."
Nick, who was already prepared, immediately took out his phone and turned on the recording. "Hurry up, tell me the address."
"Haha, I like you, Nick." Clyde looked at the phone in front of him in surprise. "Latitude XX north, longitude XX east. If I were you, I'd hurry up." Clyde pointed to his wrist and sneered at the warden. "Bill Reynolds doesn't have much time left. If he dies, it's your fault, Mr. Warden."
"F * ck." Hearing this, Nick and everyone outside the cell were shocked. They knew that not only did they not succeed in tricking Clyde, they were also tricked by him.
If Bill Reynolds really died because of the time problem, they would all have to bear the responsibility. "Hurry up, hurry up, let the helicopter start."
A group of people rushed out of the prison. Nick took two bailiffs to the helicopter and took 15 minutes to reach the coordinates. Unfortunately, they were too late. Bill Reynolds, who was locked in a box and buried in the ground by Clyde, had already suffocated to death.
"He's dead. F * ck, he's dead." Nick stared at the bailiffs who were stalling for time with the warden and shouted, "If it weren't for the ten minutes you guys delayed, he wouldn't have died. Are you satisfied? Are you satisfied?"
"F * ck, I don't care about this. If that bastard Clyde wants to play, we'll play with him. We can't just believe whatever he says."
Since he was already dead, it was useless to say anything more. Nick stared at the bailiffs dispiritedly and said, "What should I tell Bill Reynolds' wife? What should I tell her?"
These words made the bailiffs confused. They lowered their heads and walked to the side, silently looking into the distance.
Nick, who was feeling guilty, suddenly received a phone call that made his hands and feet go cold.
The call was from his boss, Bruce Mike, and the content of the call was that Clyde had twisted his cellmate's neck. The reason he gave was that this cellmate was a scumbag who had raped several women.
"F * ck, f * ck, f * ck." After hanging up the phone, Nick Reese cursed wildly. He knew that Clyde's reason for killing was definitely not because his cellmate was a scumbag, but because he blamed them for not delivering the food on time.
An unnecessary delay had led to the death of two people. Nick Reese was disheartened and hated himself for not being punctual.
Dragging his tired body back to the prison, he found out that the warden was furious because Clyde had killed his cellmate and had locked Clyde in the dark and damp holding cell at the bottom of the prison.
This was also the reason why Clyde had been mocking and offending the warden. This was because the holding cell was rarely used. This gave Clyde the opportunity to dig through all the rooms of the holding cell and connect them to the tunnels so that he could sneak out of the prison without anyone knowing.
Arriving at the holding cell, Nick looked at Clyde lying on the bed. "Bill Reynolds is dead."
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