STORY BLOCK Rated R

THE SOCIAL WORKER continued

Susan Juran, an attractive woman in her forties, parked her car in the prison parking lot. Dressed in a professional looking suit she looked more like an executive than a social worker. She reached under her seat, pulled out an ID card and clipped it on her jacket. She looked in the rear view mirror, checked her hair and then grabbed a portfolio from the passenger seat. She exited the vehicle and entered the prison gate.
She walked into the main lobby. An officer sitting at the counter greeted her, “Good morning.” he said in a pleasant voice as he began to look through Susan’s portfolio. In the opposite corner of the room, Susan noticed an officer and an inmate arguing.
“Man, you don't have to talk to me that way!” the inmate shouted.
“F... you!” was the officer’s response.
God, she hated to see this kind of thing going on. Picking up her belongings from the counter, Susan quickly walked over to intervene. Susan leaned over to the inmate and whispered something into his ear. The inmate immediately walked over by the crash gate on the other side of the room. Susan looked at the officer who was now looking even angrier. “Look, I'll take care of this for you,” she told the officer in a non-threatening voice. Susan then joined the inmate at the crash gate. “Come with me,” she told the inmate. An officer inside the crash gate buzzed the lock open. Susan and the inmate walked through.
In the outer lobby, the angry officer spoke in a hateful tone to his coworker, “F...ing social workers...who needs them!” The officer at the counter made no comment as he picked up a newspaper and began reading.

Officers Black, Smith and Pate walked around the inmate who was bleeding profusely, waiting for assistance.
“Jesus!” Black said.
“Damn! Have you all ever seen so much blood?’ Smith said in disbelief.
“No way!” Pate responded.
Smith walked up very close to the inmate, “Do you think he’s dead?”
Pate shrugged, stepping in a little closer. “I don't know. I don't think so. I think I see his chest moving.”
Officer Black stooped down and picked up a piece of paper. He opened it, closed it and then stuffed it in his pocket quickly, trying to be discreet.

to be continued