41 Plastic and glas jars (2/2)

Sam stood in her cell and checked her face in the mirror. Slowly she pulled the lip gloss over her lips. Soon she would be in Lapuente's office. Would she manage to kill him? Sam was uncertain. After all, her first murder had been a spontaneous act - a good lawyer would probably have pleaded for murder in affect - this was a completely different number. A planned murder that would give Sam an advantage - freedom. No matter how benevolent a magistrate would accept hardly mitigating circumstances.

She stood on the threshold of a new life, a new identity. Sam tried to read in the reflection of her eyes if she was willing to lead the life of a woman who had been rejected by good society.

She pressed her lips together, feeling the creamy consistency of the lip gloss. Violently, she wiped it with her fingers.

What was she imagining? That she had spent nearly a year in prison as a tough, calculating, no-conscience killer? Maybe that was not a good idea. Doubting and agitated, she strode through the narrow space.

”Everything OK?” Brutus leaned in the frame and looked at Sam.

”Listen, maybe we should leave the whole thing up, make sure I'm getting a proper trial, I think I have a pretty good chance of getting away with a mild punishment, maybe even counting on the months I'm here already dined ... ”Sam fell silent after this hasty lecture.

Brutus studied her in silence.

She sat down on her cot and ran her fingers through her curly hair.

”Sam, you've sworn in. Do you really want to sack Jessica's memory in the dirt? Lapuente is a pig, he has many lives on his conscience.”

Sam glared at him angrily. ”Then you kill him.”

Brutus went to his knees before Sam. He covered her face with his hands. ”If you can not make it, no one will make it, and Lapuente will only turn off the surveillance cameras when you and Li are alone with him.”