“There are a few more things that need to be done, and, in your honor, I will do them. I will also see to it that this time you have a proper defense,” Lisa said.

  “You finished, Nurse?” the agent called, and knocked on the door. Damn, they were not playing with me this time. “Ms. Heiress is still a prisoner. Let’s go,” one of the agents finally said to Lisa.

  I was glad I had enough time to give her the information she needed to help me. I knew she wouldn’t let me down because she recognized that I had really risked my life to save her and the other girls.

  Those bastard feds took me from the hospital down to their cells, all over again. They continued to try to question me about the murder of the CO, but this time, I was smart. I wasn’t speaking to them without first speaking to a lawyer.

  So they kept me sitting in jail for an entire week. Finally, on one of the days I was sitting there, I heard feet coming toward the cells. I just figured they were coming back to harass me again. But when I looked up, I couldn’t believe my eyes. I had to actually rub my eyes because after all I had been through, I just knew I was dreaming.

  Standing in front of me, dressed to death and looking sexy as hell, were Sandra and my mother. I threw my hands up to my face and just burst out in tears. The guards opened the cell and I jumped into my mother’s arms. I couldn’t breathe, she held me so tightly.

  “What are you doing here?” I said through my sobs.

  “You have a real good friend and she was looking out for you,” my mother told me.

  I knew right away she was talking about Lisa. Then I noticed a man there with them.

  “Oh, Misty. This is Mr. Schwartz. You know, the lawyer I promised you before,” my mother told me.

  I couldn’t stop crying from being so damn happy. The man extended his hand to me for a handshake and then he handed me a couple of documents.

  “What’s that?” I asked softly.

  “This is your entire defense, and maybe some information for that lawsuit you will be filing against the criminal justice system,” Mr. Schwartz told me.

  All I could do was smile. I was about to face the music, but now at least I had a good lawyer and I could point out all of the injustice I suffered my first go-round.

  “You won’t be here for long if I have anything to do with it. Because not only were you sentenced unfairly, there are a lot of holes in your case files.” Mr. Schwartz said to me. “In addition to that, a lot of women wouldn’t even have a fighting chance. You’re a good person, Ms. Heiress, and that will come out during your trial. I won’t let them discount what you did and everything that happened to you. Besides, they have a flawed case. I hear you were like a ghost . . . just moving and dodging death,” he said.

  “I don’t know about that. I just know my grandmother told me that I had a purpose and I couldn’t tell what she was talking about then, but now I know,” I said.

  * * *

  Mr. Schwartz was a beast. Within two days of meeting him, I was out on bail and awaiting meetings with the feds and state prosecutors.

  Even though my situation was looking better, I still felt dead inside. So much had happened, and I knew I’d never be the old Misty again. I had so much anger inside me. I wanted to kill everyone that had a hand in my ordeal at the prison. And I still had promises to keep to the women I’d left behind.

  It took about a week to get my mother settled and the supplies I needed. But now revenge was about to be served. My heart rate sped up with anticipation as I watched the COs being shuffled out of the prison and toward the waiting police cars. To finally face justice. But I, too, had justice to dispense. I got low to the ground and moved downhill until I was sure I was a safe distance. I stood up to get a better look at the cars in the distance.

  “Shit!” I cursed when I saw Anderson walk over and knock on the window of one of the vehicles. “You better get the fuck away,” I whispered. Lisa had told me today was his day off, so why was he here?

  Anderson walked away and started toward another vehicle, which was five cars away. There was nothing I could do for him. I quickly ducked down and covered my head with my arms before the . . .

  Boom! Boom!

  Even from my safe position, the blast sent me reeling backward. I uncovered my eyes to see a cloud of dust that resembled a huge tornado rise into the sky.

  Even with my ears ringing, I could hear the screams erupting from the prison complex and from the people in the cars who weren’t instantly killed by the blasts. The force of the explosion had sent Anderson face-first into the dirt, and several other people were knocked down. Car windows were shattered and car horns wailed. Cars, torn from the ground, were flipped over. The police vehicles holding all of those evil-ass COs were completely engulfed in flames. The entire place erupted into massive chaos, with people running and screaming.

  I got off my back and raced down the hill on the far side of the prison, where I was to meet up with Lisa. My head pounded from the sound of the blast, but my mind and soul felt vindicated and satisfied. I was too busy to even care if there were any eyes on me. I finally collapsed when I was far enough away. I then realized that I was bleeding from somewhere.

  This didn’t deter Lisa from trying to lift me up from the ground.

  “Misty, come on and stay with me. We can get out of here,” Lisa begged me.

  “It’s okay, Lisa. You can let me go,” I insisted. I could see everything around her was fading away. Even the light was dimming.

  “No. I can get you to a hospital. The wound isn’t that bad,” she said, refusing to listen to me.

  Her cries were fading in and out of my ears. That was okay. I had come to do the job and now it was done all the way. Everyone had been taken care of. Things around me were fading fast; this time, I wasn’t afraid. This time, I embraced it.

  I moved toward a bright light. That’s when I saw my grandmother, Jillian, and Carl—everyone that had died. Jillian was smiling at me, and I was smiling back at her. My grandmother came over and grabbed my hand.

  “You did good, my child. You did good.”

  After that, I knew I had fulfilled my purpose. I was dead. There would be no more running, hiding, suffering, or prison.

  I was no longer property of the state. I was now property of God. Not a bad place to be, if I do say so myself.

 

 

  Kiki Swinson, Property of the State

 

 

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