"This newcomer is interesting." Abruzzi murmured after watching Nolan leave.
"Find out what happened with the newcomer." T-Bag ordered his men in a corner.
In two different corners, Michael and Westmoreland remained silent and thoughtful.
...
Prison, Area A.
From 7 to 8 in the evening the inmates have free time, after eight, the cells close and do not open again until the next morning, now it was just past seven.
Nolan was standing in the hallway, leaning on the railing of the second floor in front of his cell, watching the prisoners below, many glanced at him from time to time.
Nolan noticed and ignored it, searched and found the big guy who had followed C-Note during the day.
The popularity of his first public appearance had already decreased quite a bit, the truth is that once the first step is taken, what comes after is much easier.
Nolan meditated silently, withdrew his gaze and returned to his cell intending to climb onto the bunk.
At that moment, Michael, who had a paper crane in his hand and was leaning against the wall, spoke to him: "Mr. Nolan, have you recovered your memory?"
Nolan smiled as he settled in. "It's a pity, not yet."
"It's really a pity." Michael replied. "Do you not remember anything from the past?"
Already lying down, Nolan looked at him and guessed where the conversation was going. "I wouldn't say nothing, some important things I vaguely remember."
Michael did not give it importance and asked naturally: "That's not so bad, do you have anyone outside that you care about?"
Nolan laughed: "Of course, I remember I have many girlfriends out there, and I care a lot about them."
Michael looked at him surprised, but immediately, seeing his appearance, understood:
"It seems that Mr. Nolan's previous life was quite good."
"Surely, wives and mistresses in abundance, and me lost in luxuries." Bored, Nolan was talking nonsense.
Michael showed no interest in that topic, hesitated a moment and asked:
"Do you want to get out and live like that again?"
"Do you need to ask? Do you think I like being here?" Nolan answered smiling.
"This damn place even made me lose my memory, of course I want out, but it's impossible, they nailed me with forty years."
"There is always hope," Michael said.
"That is the only thing one can cling to," Nolan replied, still smiling, Michael did not insist further and returned to silence.
...
Time passed quickly and shortly after the headcount, the cell doors were closed.
It was still early, most of the inmates were making noise in their cells.
Nolan was not sleepy, with his eyes open he kept thinking, to get out of there, get a new identity and then, maybe he could travel to some faraway country, buy a farm and live the rest of his days in peace.
"Hehe.." Of course, Nolan could not endure such a life, not after being reborn.
...
So, if he stayed, how to progress? Steal Westmoreland's money and start a legitimate business? Or use it as capital, travel to Colombia, join Pablo Escobar and amass a fortune together?
The second option sounded much more exciting, Nolan lost himself in his musings.
Without realizing it, the lights of the block went out, the inmates gradually fell asleep one by one.
Nolan also became sleepy, took a deep breath, silently summoned the poisonous insect that had already recovered and gave it instructions.
In the dark, the size of a fly, the insect left Nolan and advanced toward its target.
...
"Doctor Tancredi, we already have the preliminary results of the autopsy you ordered this morning, the deceased, just as you suspected, died poisoned."
Sara, who was curled up on the sofa reading a book, sat up abruptly.
"Thank you, were you able to identify what poison it was?"
"Not yet, the toxin is under analysis, we only know that there are several, and none are common."
"More than one?" Sara was surprised.
"Yes."
"And if they are not common poisons, can it be ruled out that it was an accident?"
"Practically impossible." He replied.
"I understand, notify me as soon as you have the exact poison information." Sara said with a solemn look.
"All right." He replied and hung up the call.
Sara was about to dial Warden Pope's number when her own phone rang, it was from the Fox River infirmary.
"Doctor Tancredi, another inmate just died in Area A, same as the one this morning." The guard sounded rushed. "Can you come immediately?"
Sara felt her chest tighten. "I'm on my way."
"The warden is coming too," the guard added.
"Perfect, see you there."
...
Half an hour later, in the infirmary, Sara carefully examined the deceased, Bowman.
Then she looked at Pope and said gravely:
"Warden, although the analysis is not yet complete, I have no doubt: someone is murdering the inmates with poison."
Pope's face darkened.
"I've been running Fox River for decades and I've never seen a murder method like this, where did the culprit get the poison?"
Sara shook her head. "That you must investigate, and the sooner, the better, I suspect these two will not be the last, if action is not taken quickly, more inmates will die, maybe even guards."
Pope understood the risk, after a silence he replied: "It's hard to find out just knowing they poison, without knowing how they do it."
"Press the forensics, explain the situation, I'll go to Area A to take care of it right now."
Without more, Pope left accompanied by Bellick.
"Gather the available guards and go to Area A." He ordered.
"Yes, sir." Bellick replied.
...
Area A, about thirty minutes earlier, cell 40.
[ You have successfully killed Bowman-Smith, reward [theft: Basic Level] delivered ]
In the dark, lying on his bunk, Nolan heard the voice in his head and was surprised. "First it was martial arts… now stealing… something doesn't add up."