Ssssssssssssssss… Not paying it any mind, I yawned and shut my eyes again.SSSSamuel.I opened my eyes wide, noticed the inmate sitting in a chair three rows in front of me—just the back of his head, couldn't make out his features. Something about him seemed familiar, though, as if I already knew him. I walked over to him and cleared my throat.Without turning around he said, "What do you want?""You called me. What do you want?""Huh?""Do I know you?" I said.He turned to face me and his jaw fell open. "Who—? Holy—!" He slid across the row of chairs, knocking one over. Anger flared up in my chest. I couldn't believe it was him, couldn't believe he was here right before my eyes. "Walker!"The Coyote Creek Middle school shooter fell off his chair. "Keep away, all of you!" he cried, shielding his face. I pushed a couple of chairs aside and walked over to him. "No, please," he cried. "Don't!"Walker had pled insanity to the shootings, and gotten two consecutive life sentences. It shouldn't have come as a complete surprise to see him here, but I had expected him to have ended up in a psychiatric ward.The hefty black C.O.
