Licking County Jail Inmate List Novels & Stories

“Right down to business I guess. Bernie Stone.,” Hearing that name felt like alcohol poured on a fresh wound. My stomach went cold. I could see her small hand in my head… her sweet little face, her panicked whispers… the demons that she sees in her sleep. Bernie was one of them. “Where’s he?” I bit down a groan. “County jail. Being processed for murder. Shot a cop but hasn’t been charged yet.” I leaned back, lit a cigar just so my hands wouldn’t curl into fists. “And?”

"Amanda stopped him." "This time." His jaw tightened. "What about next time? When Paul gets out? When Riley makes bail? You will not confront him again." "There won't be a next time. We will make sure of that." Amanda interjected, approaching their group. "Both men are being held pending arraignment. Multiple charges including assault and restraining order violation for Riley." Officer Bart returned, notebook in hand. "Ms. Johnson? Ready to give your statement?" Honey nodded, though she remained within the circle of Grayson's arms. "Yes."

The first inmate spread my legs open as he traced the tip of his tongue over my pussy. “Fuck…” my breath hitched as my back arched. The 2nd inmate stroked his cock and thrust it into my mouth. He held my face down and drove his cock in and out of my mouth. I mumbled as the tip of his cock hit the back of my walls. The third inmate lowered himself and took my breast in his mouth, sucking my already swollen nipples. “Mm… fuck!” I moaned as they all filled me up. The lips of the first inmate pressed against my clit as he sucked my juice. He then pushed his tongue into my pussy licking my walls.

the male officer asserted. “You'd be better off getting yourself a girlfriend or wife,” another said as he patted me down. “Just get me to the jail so I can have my call,” I groaned in annoyance. “Can't get bailed out this time. You'll have to wait until you see the judge in the morning. Clark County is getting tougher on illegal prostitution, and you should have just gone to the brothels,” Officer Johnson said with a smirk. “He smelled like he had been drinking when he followed me here so add public intoxication onto the charge,” the undercover chick smirked as the man put the cuffs on me.

I know someone is behind there and I want them to see that they have not affected me in the least, yes this is an inconvenience of the worst kind, but not bothering me. The door swung open and a woman with short brown hair and too much perfume and makeup walked in, she was wearing a white silk blouse and blue slacks, with a folder that she threw on the table and she sat opposite me, “I’m Lana Sticks, with the DA’s office, you’re being charged with the murder of Clifford Jackson that occurred on June 1st of this year and you’ve been given your Miranda rights correct?” I crossed my arms over my chest, “I want my attorney now,” I said without any sign of destress.”

"Why are you being so rude? Do you think I'm one of the employees in that stupid company of yours?" Dustin shook his head, his body shivering, "No...no." "Good," His inmate said with a sheepish grin. "Why haven't the cops come to take you like the others? And apart from the fraud case you're involved with, what other crimes are you here for?" "I'm not a fraud—" his words got interrupted by a sudden slap on his cheek. Dustin teared up as his lips quivered out silent sobs. "Why did they bring these degenerates here?" he cried inwardly. "Even if there wasn't enough room to contain all the criminals, couldn't they have gotten a better space for me to stay in?"

His uneasy behaviour made me nervous. "Well?" I asked, sliding into the seat opposite to him. He opened the folder, revealing hospital forms. "You asked me to look into Pink'sDarcy's daughter. I traced her records. Everything looked too clean, too perfect." "Go on." "She was registered as being born at St. Mary's Maternity Ward. The one at Rikers Island." Rikers. The same place where I'd bribed a nurse three years ago. "I cross-checked hospital records," Luis continued. "That month, three babies were born there. One was listed as a Jane Doe, the other Adrian Martinez and lastly Lily Tam."

"What are you doing here tonight anyway besides waiting to dry from hyperthermia?" "I'm need a ride to the ranch. I want..need to tell Lauren I lobe her?" "That's never going to happen. You're under arrest for probation violation, in possession of a deadly and possibly stolen weapon, loitering, stalking and public intoxication." "I'm not," he hiccupped, "incoxitated," Clint spit out his incomplete words. "Yes you are and you're going to jail where you can spend the holidays in a cold cell until you're extradited back to Michigan. Then, you're going back to prison, man, and this time it won't be so easy to get out."

They took their time to attend to them and this time it was not just a minor fight like the ones they usual get daily. Lindy was on top on another inmate stabbing her repeatedly on the neck. After Liam’s visit about a year ago Lindy was bitten almost to death by this same inmate with her friends, she has two broken bones and a concussion and stayed in the hospital for a month before being released and coming back to prison. Since then, she has been planning revenge, but they have been focusing on others and not for.

She collapsed against the table. "Landon Gray, for attempted murder and fraud, you are sentenced to ten years in state prison. Because of this conviction, your medical license is permanently revoked." Landon sat in a wheelchair, both legs in casts. On his first night in county jail, three repeat offenders in his cell had dragged him out of the chair and stomped his remaining good leg until it broke. "Andy Drake, Ryan Duffy, and Luke Foley, on the charges of aggravated assault and battery, are each sentenced to six months to one year in county jail."