Prologue
Um. The element of confusion.
—Coffee cup
Romeo
Subject: The Great Escape
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Romeo,
I hope this email finds you well. Your sister is doing really great—greater than great to be honest—and her one wish in life is that you will breathe free air again.
I know that you think that you’ll be in there forever, but you won’t.
In fact, starting next week, you’ll have a new lease on life.
I can’t wait to officially meet you without glass and chains being involved.
Follow the yellow brick road.
Also, watch out for the crazy weather.
Your future brother-in-law.
To say that I was confused by that email would be an understatement.
I’d met my sister’s soon-to-be husband several times now, and in no way, shape, or form did he sound like this in person.
Maybe he was a few screws loose?
Just as that thought occurred to me, another email popped up.
I hesitantly clicked on it, wondering what I would find in this one.
It was much easier to follow and straight to the point.
Subject: You think too much
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Romeo, you’re about to be set free. By me. I guess I’ll have to be blunt since you look so gloriously confused.
Be ready to go next Wednesday at midnight. There will be several power failures. Your cell will be unlocked when the clock strikes midnight. Your cellmate will also be receiving a hefty dose of sleeping pills to ensure he sleeps through the night.
When I open doors, you walk out of them, capisce?
Also, don’t mind the dead body you’ll be walking over. He’s going to be a great distraction.
Apollo
P.S. These emails will disappear in the next thirty seconds.
