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Miranda Harris

Meanwhile, Miranda Harris was watching the world news at home.

The news report came across the screen.

It was a live recording of Kybella’s interview with the reporter.

She couldn’t believe what she’d heard.

“Did she say Joey Harris?” Miranda spoke out.

She took the remote to rewind the recording to hear the statement again.

She sat in disbelief at what she heard.

It was her understanding her man was on a business trip in Paris.

It was ironic she hadn’t spoken to Joey in a while.

She figured something was wrong, but didn’t think it was something this bad.

She paced the floor thinking about her next move.

She called Joey’s phone and received his voicemail message immediately.

Joey promised her they’d go to Qatar for vacation when he got back from Paris.

Now, she’d just found out he was in prison for attempted murder.

After thinking about it, she went to their bedroom.

There was a safe in there where Joey stashed money for emergencies.

After entering the code, the safe opened.

In the safe she’d found thousands of dollars and plane tickets.

There were two one-way plan tickets to Qatar.

Miranda took all the money and her plane ticket out of the safe.

She made the decision to leave while she had time.

The flight was scheduled to board in five hours.

She quickly packed two suitcases with important things and left for the airport.

Miranda planned to leave for Qatar and never return home.

It was the only way to remain clear of a connection with Joey.

She’d been married to a professional assassin for a year and didn’t have a clue.

God worked in mysterious ways.

Now she didn’t have to work She packed her car and drove to the airport.

After checking her purse for her passport and I.

D.

, she sped up the highway.

She would worry about moving her car to another location later and the things in her house.

Time was moving fast.

As she rushed into the airport, she thought she’d seen a ghost.

The person she saw caused her to drop her bag.

“I’m sorry ma’am, I didn’t mean to bump into you.” The contents from her purse fell out.

She rushed to pick everything up.

As she was trying to pick everything up, the woman picked up her I.

D.

She looked at it and said, “Miranda Harris.” She snatched her I.

D.

and ran from her quickly.

Miranda knew Bella recognized she was Joey’s wife.

After checking in, checking in her bags, and going through TSA it was almost time to board her flight.

The plane to Qatar was getting ready to board.

Miranda ran to get inside quickly to avoid Bella.

“Babe, I think that was the hitman’s wife. I saw her driver’s license. It had to have been her. ”

“You’re possibly right. I can’t argue with a women’s intuition. I do sense you have a gift of discernment. I don’t blame her for trying to escape a bad circumstance. Let’s let her make it this time. If it was really his wife, she seemed like an innocent woman trying to leave. ”

“You’re right. My problem isn’t with her, it’s with her hitman husband. Let’s get out of Paris and get back to Dallas before something else crazy happens to us.” She spoke while touching his freshly shaved face.

∞∞∞

The guard escorted Brian back to his cell without a word.

Once the clanged shut, he gave a nod, smirked and disappeared down the prison hall.

Upon entering, he noticed another person’s stuff on his cot.

A man cleared his throat.

“What’s up homie? I’m sorry but that’s my bed. You’ll have to sleep on the other bed.” Brian stated.

The man stared him down and smirked.

He rolled his dental floss around his mouth.

Standing up, the man rubbed his bald head.

“I think you have me mistaken with someone else. I put my stuff on the bed where I’ll be sleeping. Your name wasn’t on the bed and a snitch don’t run me.” His new cellmate spoke while staring Brian in his eyes.

“Dude, who are you calling a snitch?”

The little boy I’m staring at, snitch!

” Spit flew from his mouth toward Brian.

Brian went toward the other bed which Bourbon used to sleep on and sat down.

Yeah, I’m Mike Jones.

I already heard about you snitching on Bourbon.

The news about you telling the judge on Bourbon has spread.

I think you better watch your back.

The guys are ready to get at you.

”

“I’m not worried about nothing. God is my redeemer and protector.” There was silence in the room.

Mike Jones was twirling his thumbs while Brian read his Bible.

Maybe the new problematic cellmate wasn’t a coincidence, maybe he was his bad karma finally showing up in a form he never expected.

He prepared himself mentally for the war.

After studying the word, it was time for lunch.

The guard walked them all down to the lunchroom.

Several men were pointing and staring at Brian.

He looked toward the guard to give him clues for protection.

The guard smirked back at him.

While standing in line a fight broke out.

Brian was stabbed from behind with a shank.

He fell to the ground as his blood shed and the other prisoners moved away from him.

“Get a nurse now!” The guard yelled through the walkie talkie.

The officer called the medical care.

Then the senior officer opened the cell door to emergency medical services.

Brian was taken to the prison’s infirmary.

He woke up in a prison hospital bed.

He opened his eyes to see a beautiful woman nursing his wounds.

“Thank you for helping me.” He uttered to her.

“I’m only doing my job. You lost a lot of blood. God definitely has a calling on your life. The shank pierced your spinal cord. The injury could have led to a range of debilitating effects, including paralysis, loss of sensation, breathing difficulties, and impaired bowel and bladder control. The doctor ordered a CT scan and MRI to identify the extent of the injury.”

“Thank you, Jesus.” He replied.

“I want to put in a transfer request. Can you help me with submitting a written request to the prison administration to transfer to another prison? I don’t feel safe here.”

“Um, sure. You’ll have to go through surgical treatment anyway. You will require major surgery that is typically performed outside the prison system. We have a hospital for our inmates to use called the Fresnes Prison Hospital. It’s up to the warden to transfer you once you’re better. I’ll keep you in my prayers. I wouldn’t wish this on anyone.” The beautiful nurse spoke as she caught a glimpse of his sad eyes.

She patted him on his hand.

Her touch gave Brian chills.

He hadn’t felt the soft touch of a woman in weeks.

His new cellmate warned him to watch his back.

He thought Mike could’ve had something to do with his stabbing.

There wasn’t anything he could do about it.

Maybe it was his bad karma for all the bad he’d done in life.

One thing for sure, he was alive and wasn’t sent to hell.

God was still with him.

If God was with him, who should he fear?