The morning was slightly cool, the summer heat gradually fading away.
A row of tall parasol trees in front of the prison gate cast long shadows in the sunlight, with birds chirping happily around.
Allen Rivera parked the car, showed his documents, and entered the prison, just in time to run into Aria Jackson in the front yard.
The two exchanged glances.
"Why are you here too?" Allen glanced at the prisoner behind her with drooping eyebrows, "On a mission?"
"Yes." Aria patted the prisoner's shoulder.
Every time she patted, the prisoner shivered.
"There's a theft ring, and we haven't caught the leader yet. We're counting on this guy to be our informant." Aria smiled and patted a few more times, then said to the prisoner beside her, "Behave well, understand? Not everyone gets a chance to atone for their crimes!"
"Mm mm mm!" The prisoner nodded cooperatively.
Aria looked up at Allen, "What brings you here?"
