The extensive search ducted by James Johnson not only revealed the traband cirg within the correal facility and some prohibited sharp objects, albeit not many, but it also exposed errors in the anization of the prison.

  Superinte Charles, who was about to leave, was notified of a hospital transfer case; the paperwork was done, and the nurse in charge would resolve it ihan five minutes. However, the Chief of Guards was a man who followed protocols to perfe.

  Austin, seeing the Superinte's angry expression, shrank. His pn was an unforeseen mistake, and now he could only face the sequences. All belongings were fiscated, and first, the instigators were called. A rigorous process? Yes, a process that adheres to a strict script, is necessary for such correal facilities.

  -We he story of Mr. Billy Carson. With the plete story, we determine what happened and punish those who deserve it, - Superinte Charles said.

  James frowned but couldn't refute the Superinte's words.

  -Very well. I'll call the hospital, and see when young Billy will be discharged, - James said. He g the clock; it was 9:10 PM, time for everyoo rest.

  -Tomorrow, we'll settle scores with all the kids. For now, Nicolls is the culprit. Rest up and renew your shift, - James said, grabbing the bag of fiscated items. - I'll take these and file the correspondis at the police station. Have a good day. -

  The Superinte smiled, but inwardly, he was gritting his teeth at the fiscated items, a fw he couldn't afford to show. - Well, if there's nothing else, everyone has a workday tomorrow, and the day starts early, -Charles said.

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  Pov Charles - Superintendant:

  On the first day, that kid Carson was asleep, and Charles decided to leave. He had to get to work to sort out the pending arras with the people around him.

  The ninpoop Spencer arrived in the room, with his fat double and stupid eyes, starting to ask all sorts of questions about his udent. What could a man who only wao make money do?

  -Spencer, you should visit him in the hospital. The young one must be awake by now, - said Charles, but a quick thought passed through his mind. - You know what? We could go together. I don't think you'll find the hospital so easily. Wait for me; we'll leave at 5:00 pm to take notes. -

  -Yes, thank you, Charles. Billy is a good kid; he pys the piano with remarkable skill, - said Spencer.

  Musionsehought Superinte Charles. Music is useless; only a few musis be sidered rich.

  -That's good. Music is something so beautiful and alive, Charles. Try thten these abandoned souls. They 't find opportunities. We're guides, Spencer, I've always liked your talent, - said Charles.

  Spencer's flushed cheeks were a sign that he had won the argument and wouldn't ask anymore.

  -Thank you, Charles. I think I'll talk to Jeffrey. I'm sure he'll receive my choir police he sees Billy's talents, - said Spencer, happily.

  A donation, very good, thought Charles.

  -We all have a lot to do. I hope to see you at the end of the day to visit poor Billy, - said Spencer, leaving the room. His oversized pants nearly reached his chest, and his woolen jacket looked ical.

  -Good day, Spencer, - said Charles, bidding him farewell.

  -Yes, yes, - said Spencer, waddling out like a penguin.

  Charles lifted his eyes from the dots, took a deep breath, and reviewed Austin's file. The small scapegoat who, unfortunately, would have to be dispatched, paying for two mistakes. This one was unfivable; the approval for the correal facility in Arizona had already been granted, and he wouldn't have to deal with the troublesome kid again.

  W through the profiles, he wao send all these kids to Arizona and refresh them with new ones, small ones not aced to the enviro already provided by Charles. The sin of these kids was not following the correct rules, and for that reasohought of many ways to calm the waters for these kids. Nicolls, Ira Berkeley, and Austio go to Arizona.

  The day passed quickly, and there e exactly 5:00, waiting. Charles saw him through the window, staring ahead, lost in vain thoughts.

  How annoying, thought Charles, seeing all these brats so happy. They were in for a treat.

  Here came Spencer with his disheveled appearand stupid look. Charles felt the urge to hit him, but he stopped to think about the sequences and decided tet the transgressions. No one made him wait for five minutes and got away with it.

  -Spencer, good to see you. e on, we have to visit our dear boy in the hospital room, for the father, I hope he's okay, - said Charles, with a fake smile. But seeing Spencer's stupid nod, he didn't bother saying more.

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  -Billy was talking with old Joseph, who, after a ret while, mentioned how much he hated being away from his grandchildren.

  -Grandpa, how old are you? -said Billy.

  -Ahhh, what a childish question. I'm 83, a sad age to be born. In those times, we lived well, but everything was devastated by the '29 crisis. My father took me and my brothers to work in the fields because there was food. -said Joseph.

  -Wow, a long time ago. -responded Billy in amazement. - What happened ? -

  -Nothing relevant. I enlisted in the war in '39 with my brother. We nded in Afrid rode to Italy, where my brother fell in love with a woman who had just lost her husband. On the trary, I returo work in the factories. -said Joseph.

  Summarizing his sthly, as those were tough years, and he could hardly remember everything. James Johnson arrived exactly at 4:00 PM, anticipating Superinte Charles, as he wao know the whole story firsthand, wanting to uhe superinte's dark side.

  -Entering with his usual formality and harshness, he greeted the young man, with a bck eye, swollen nose, and a neck brace c his . There was a Jurassic Park suitcase - Maybe his mother has already e," thought James Johnson. - He paused to think.

  -Good m, sir. Good m to you, young man.-said James. As if it were something usual, he took out a recorder.

  -I'm James Johnson. Your mother has permitted me to take your statement. Below, I would like to know what happe night, April 23, 2000. -said the officer.

  -An interrogation, sir? -asked Billy.

  -Just a statement of the events. -said James.

  Joseph tried to make a raspy sound but failed.

  -Ahh, yes, of course. But I don't have much idea of what happened, sir. Pablo told me that Austin had put drugs in my bed, which is partially true. We checked the bed, but I think they got the wrong bed, sir. Cara de Perro arrived, and we argued. He added that I was from Austin's gang, that we had broken the agreement or something which I don't know about. Cara de Perro was furious about something.-said Billy.

  -Is Nicols the culprit, then? -asked James.

  -No, sir. It was a fight between two people, but the instigator, in my opinion, was Austin. He has tried to recruit me into his gang, but I have vehemently refused his recruitment. -said Billy.

  James paused the rec.

  Gangs in prisons are like the sce of the wind, they return regurly. Joseph's tired and poor appearance made him invisible to James's eyes, who pondered over Billy's words - a pn too plex for children, no... perhaps it was just a mistake, a ce. The worn-out look of the boy, along with his i hazel eyes, only brought more sorrow to poor James, who had read the boy's file - six months in correal, until the end of the academic cycle, along with visits to the psychologist and a selor.

  -"To finish, anything else to add?" -asked James.

  -"Well, even though they are bad kids, I don't think they deserve more than a punishment. For my part, I've already fiven Cara de Perro. He's just foolish and acts without thinking. But Pablo says he's a good friend when you get to know him. He's a good guy." -said Billy, with regret. After seeing his mother and talking to Joseph, he felt sad because he was fortuo have a sed ce at life and lucky to have such a beautiful mother. Even Joseph couldn't help but mention that his mother was like an angel who loved him very much.

  -James, oher hand, was pletely surprised by Billy's words and wao say more than just a simple scolding. But once again, the innoce of the child discerted the police officer, who left behind the sensational formalism he used for most of his life. -Thank you, kid. -said James, taking a seat on a small stool o Billy's bed.

  -In seds, Superinte Charles arrived, followed by Spencer. Both were talking happily, but it was Teacher Spencer who couldn't show his enthusiasm. He advanced with his ck of protocols, unaware of reading the room, which was frozen uhe gaze of James and Charles, crossed by a kind of fme and unspoken reproaches, as both had much to criticize about each other.

  -Kid, I'm sorry not to have you in music css, and I brought the songs we'll practice this week.-said Spencer, handing him sheets of songs from the opera.

  -This one here, you already know 'La donna è mobile.' I wanted something simpler, so 'The Barber of Seville' is the sed song we'll work on. -he paused. - I don't know if you sing, but you memorize them. -said Spencer.

  -Thanks, teacher. There's something I've wao tell you, but I'll practice my skills while I'm in the hospital. -said Billy.

  -There's a small musi on the first floor. -said Joseph.

  -Really? -questioned Billy and Spe the same time.

  -Yes, there is. You use it. -said Joseph.

  -o worry. Billy has already told the facts. I am particurly positive about this version of events. I'll call the administration to take a on this matter. Tomorrow or the day after, we'll have answers. -said James.

  To which Charles could only ch his jaw. -Yes. Very timely, Johnson.-said Charles.

  -I like to be timely wheuation requires it. -said James Johnson, cutting through Charles's sour mood, challenging him to be sistent.

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