Chapter Eight
“My office, Miss Miles,” the Governor called to Linda Miles in the hallway.
“Yes, Governor?”
“Close the door,” the Governor said standing behind her desk, “sit down.”
Linda Miles was one of the few officers who has not intimidated by the Governor.
“I would like you to check in on Bennett and get a feel of what she is up to.”
“Excuse me?” Linda was not sure of what the Governor wanted to know about Vera.
After all, she knew Vera better than anyone at Wentworth. Vera had been her deputy and the two had been hand in glove up until about the fire in which troublemaker Jess Warner died.
“I think Bennett is trying to communicate with someone on the outside. I would not put it above her to try to manipulate Miss Hood to mail her letters without them going through the outgoing mail check.”
“You think she is trying something?”
“It is possible. We must be prepared for anything.” The Governor added, “I will not forget your help.”
Joan switched the CCTV to the protection unit. Today, Vera was again sitting at the table with her pencil and paper. It didn’t look like there was anything on it. “What the fuck, Vera. If you are going to write, get with it,” Joan’s thoughts were dark and deadly.