Ovi Pulp - Thanos Kalamidas

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The stench of prison disinfectant couldn’t mask the sweeter smell of money. I’ve sat on the bench for twenty-two years, watched the guilty squirm and the innocent break. I learned early that justice is a commodity, like heroin or high-end whiskey. You just need the right customer. My customer was Vince Croaker, head jailer at Ridgemore State Penitentiary. A thick-necked brute with the imagination of a broken brick. He thought we were partners. He thought the thirty percent I skimmed from his