Justice Deferred
By: Alex. P
For Disclaimers see Chapter 1
Chapter 10
Cam was just finishing her final Tai Chi routine when the bus carrying the
new prisoners arrived. As usual most of the older prisoners lined up along the
fence to get a look at the new fish and to choose their targets.
It was normal practice for the new women to be kept in a building separate from
the general prison population for a short period of time until they could be
processed in and assigned to a cellblock and a cell. When Cam had come in just
a little over two years ago the new fish were in separate quarters for three to
four weeks, but because of over-rowding, and budget cuts the time was reduced
to week to a five days. The new prisoners had already been evaluated at another
facility before being transferred to their permanent "home".
The women being unloaded from the big grey converted school bus with barred
windows, were seeing their first glimpse of the place they would call home
until the state believed they were reformed and no longer a danger to society.
There were several fairly young women getting off the bus that day and even one
or two returns that hadn't been able resist the temptations of the outside
world, some of the women were sullen and angry, others were quiet and
introspective, some were even crying and sobbing in terror, all were under the
intense scrutiny of the inmates lining the
fence.
Some of the older prisoners were yelling suggestive remarks and phrases, others
made thinly veiled threats.
Others watched with silent menace carefully selecting a victim from the twenty
or so new arrivals. Unlike the majority of her fellow prisoners Cam had no
interest in the new arrivals, and the commotion did nothing to interrupt the
slow graceful movements of the Oriental discipline.
As she concentrated on keeping her spiritual center, Cam began feeling
something pulling at the edges of her consciousness, getting stronger with each
heartbeat, drawing her attention toward the door of the big grey bus.
Her eyes focused on the door of the vehicle, Cam was aware of a presence
stepping into the doorway. The small woman had a brightly glowing golden aura
that nearly blinded Cam with its intensity, while still drawing and holding
Cam's darkening blue eyes. She could see the woman's soulful compassionate
emerald eyes even though she was
actually too far away for anyone to discern the small blonde beauty's features.
Emerald locked onto Sapphire and the air between them seemed to crackle with
the energy that passed between the two women, they both gasped as they felt the
pull on each other souls.
Even Paula could feel the energy between the two women, she heard the little
golden haired woman gasp, and following her gaze the guard recognized that the
focus of her attention was the tall graceful form of Cam.
"It's her," Paula heard the woman whisper. Paula made it a point to
check the records and find out who this woman was, the Captain had the memories
of the assaults on Cam too fresh in her mind to ignore the little blonde's
strange behavior and off hand remark.
This was the first time that Cam and Cheryl ever laid eyes on each other. Cam's
intense gaze stayed on Cheryl until she was swallowed up by the gapping maw
that was the door to the segregation building. For her part Cheryl could feel
the tall woman's eyes on her, she too could feel the irresistible pull of
destiny on her soul reaching all the way to her core drawing her toward the
mysterious figure standing apart from the crowd.
Neither had ever met before, they'd never even heard of each other before, but
they both had a feeling that they would never forget each other.
Once the guards had escorted the new women into the seg. Building securing it
behind them, they left a confused Cam still staring at the closed doors where
the diminutive blonde had left her sight and left Cam with an empty space deep
inside her in a place she'd never felt before, leaving her with a feeling she
couldn't explain and never knew existed before that moment.
The Captain of the guard wasn't the only one that picked up the unusual
connection between the two women, a pair of beady black hate filled eyes
followed the exchange from the shadows.
"Oh no my dear Camilla," an intense voice growled hoarsely "she
will not have you either. You are mine, you just don't know it yet my pretty
one no one will have you but me."
The shadowy figure moved toward a side door, a hysterical cackle followed as
the mysterious woman disappeared into the darkened of the cell block
After a couple of days, Cam had almost forgotten about the unusual occurrence
with the new fish, filing it away as a fluke. The dark woman went on to her
normal routine. A week passed and the only people who seemed to even remember
the incident were Paula and the mysterious woman, they both kept track of the
two other women, but
for very different reasons.
Cheryl in the mean time had been assigned a bunk on the second floor and after
she was issued the usual two spare uniforms, towels bedding, soap, toothbrush,
and various essentials she was led to her cell. After the little blonde had
settled in she asked for and received permission to use the showers, even
though it was mid-day.
Cheryl was an innocent lamb among wolves and she was totally oblivious to the
lurking dangers as she entered the shower area. She quickly stripped off the
clothes she'd been wearing for the last week, without a shower, and quickly
adjusted the temperature to just barely below scalding anxious to wash the
smell from her skin. She stepped into the steaming stream of water, letting the
relaxing needles of water flow over her soft, tired skin.
She let out a sigh of contentment as she felt herself relax for the first time
since her arrest over six months ago. Cheryl was amazed how the little things
she had always taken for granted when she was free had become such decadent
luxuries now, like a shower in the middle of the day, closing her eyes Cheryl
tilted her head back and let the
water hit her face.
"Well, well, well," a sinister voice said from behind the temporarily
blind woman "looky what we've found ladies."
Cheryl froze when she heard at least two other women giggling at the first
one's joke, and while the young woman didn't know much about prison she did
know enough to be aware that she was in very deep, deep trouble.
"Looks to me like you've found yourself a new bitch, Val." another
woman said.
Cheryl jumped as she felt a rough hand grab her left butt cheek and squeeze
hard causing the frightened blonde to yelp in surprise and pain. Her bare feet
slipped on the wet tile floor as she jumped and Cheryl fell to her knees.
"Oooo, looky Val," the third woman purred "the bitch is already
on her knees for you."
"P-please, don't h-hurt me." Cheryl pleaded as she opened her eyes
and got a good look at her attackers.
The small woman trembled in terror as she saw what she was facing. The one
called Val was a big hard looking heavily tattooed woman with short brown hair
and cruel looking beady black eyes that gleamed evilly as she surveyed the
magnificent attributes of the young woman she was about to claim.
The two women that were her constant companions were tall painfully skinny
women one with long stringy black hair that was obviously a bad dye job, she
had watery yellowish eyes that never seemed to focus on any one thing for long
and sharp unpleasant features. Her painfully thin body was covered with scars
and bruises, as was her friends, evidence of Val's tendency toward violent sex.
The blonde was probably once a very pretty young woman the ghost of her beauty
haunted her she too seemed unable to focus her striking indigo eyes, Val had a
reliable connection on the outside and she always made sure that her
"girls" always got plenty of whatever they wanted, one way she
guaranteed
their loyalty. Cheryl noticed that in the cleavage of both women's breasts
there was the letter V burned deep into their flesh that marked them as Val's
property.
Val licked her lips anticipating all the things she was going to do with the
gorgeous piece of woman that was cowering on the floor in front of her, Val
loved it when they begged, it made their screams sound sweeter. The vicious
sadist was so intent on the compact little blonde that she didn't notice the
tall dark shadowy figure that silently entered the showers behind her.
"Remind me to thank you later, Spook, for tellin' me about this little
piece of eye candy." Val said laughing cruelly
"No need Val," the black haired quipped "always glad to be of
serv..."
Val stopped laughing when she heard her sometimes almost sane lieutenant
stopped talking in mid sentence and now both her companions were staring over
her shoulder their faces masks of purest fear. The showers were silent except
for the sounds of running water and the little golden haired womans terrified
sobs.
Cam had been headed to her cell on the third tier, when she felt a sudden
overwhelming urge to go to the showers. She began to just shake off the feeling
and go on about her business but her stomach was knotted up with tension, and
she had a sudden ache in her chest.
Surrendering to her instincts, as her uncles and Cutter had always taught her,
Cam decided to wonder over by the showers curious to see what she might find
there.
When she arrived at the entrance to the showers, Cam could hear voices but was
unable to tell who was talking or what they were talking about, but when she
heard the terrified yelp, she knew her honor wouldn't allow her to just walk
away, so she let out a resigned sigh and cautiously entered the tiled rooms.
Before Cam was through the dressing room and before she was able to see anyone
in the showers, she could hear the conversation. The first voice she heard was
a
voice she didn't recognize pleading not to be hurt between terrified sobs, the
next voice Cam knew all too well.
What she didn't know was how they had learned so quickly about a new fish being
in the showers at this time of day.
Then she heard Val's voice mention the Spook and she knew that Val's pet psycho
bitch had it in for the new woman for some unknown reason and as soon as she
saw a chance to get rid of her the Spook had jumped on it. The crazy bitch had
tried to kill Cam a few times because she said she was in love with the tall
dark beauty and was assuring that Cam would remain faithful to her. Cam had
asked the crazed woman to please hate her in the future.
Sometimes Cam had to wonder about a system that keeps a homicidal maniac like
the Spook wander around loose in the general population, but that's was the way
things were and Cam had learned to deal with it then work on the things she
could fix.
Cam felt a cold fear grip her heart and somehow she was sure that the new fish
the Spook had led Val to was the beautiful golden haired woman that Cam had
seen the first day she'd arrived. This revelation was accompanied by an intense
need to protect the small woman, Cam had no idea where all that had come from
but she sure as hell wasn't
going to let an innocent soul like that fall into the hands of a chicken-hawk
like Val.
The tall cerulean eyed woman slipped silently into the steam-filled room, Cam
took in a deep breath and let it out slowly as she surveyed the scene unfolding
in front of her.
Val and her two favorite anorexic stooges had caught one of the new women as
the poor thing was trying to get herself clean after spending a week in seg
without a change of clothes and the only way to get clean was a whore's bath.
The aesthetics of the entire situation bothered Cam, not to mention the strange
hold the little wet blonde huddling in the corner on the cold tile floor seemed
to have on Cam's soul. If nothing else Cam had to find out how someone she had
never seen before could apparently have such a profound affect on her, so she knew
she would have to step in and put an end to this now and see to it that it
didn't happen again.
"Is there a problem here ladies?" Cam asked, her low alto voice
filling the air like a warm blanket.
Val spun around and came face to face with one of the few things in this life
she truly feared. Cam's eyes never left Val's but she could feel those curious
emerald eyes burning into her. Cam knew she had the full attention of every
person in the room.
"C-Cam, why are you here?" the big appearance-challenged bleached
blonde asked, made very nervous by the dark dangerous woman's sudden
appearance.
She had thought she had a clear shot at the pretty little golden haired woman.
Val had already made plans on how she was going to break the obviously innocent
woman, in Val's mind she was already enjoying the victims delightful screams as
Val and her two stooges subjected that perfectly proportioned body to the most
exquisite torments. Now all her carefully planned scenarios were crashing into
a brick wall named Cam.
"A better question is why are you here, Val?" Cam asked, her voice
deceptively calm "Did someone order chicken-hawk extra ugly with a double
side of sleaze?"
Val trembled uncontrollably, her eyes narrowed with rage every fiber of her
primitive body wanted to lash out at the woman confronting her. She knew she
had Cam outnumbered and normally that would be enough, but this was Cam and Val
knew what the barely restrained woman facing her was capable of.
She knew that even with two more, they still wouldn't stand a chance, she had
known and seen the two women that had stabbed Cam when she first got there, and
Val had no intention of ending up like them.
"I think that's between us and the new little fish over there." Val
answered with mock bravado in a last ditch to get her hands on the pretty
blonde. "Why?"
Cam heard the frightened little woman gasp, fearing that her rescuer would bow
out and leave at the dubious mercies of the three women that had trapped her in
the showers.
"Please." Cheryl said softly, that one word held all her hopes and
fears, it was almost a prayer to the dark goddess that had simply appeared out
of the blue, coming to her aid.
"Sorry Val, she's mine." Cam stated flatly her ice blue eyes boring
into the bleach blonde's brain uncovering her fear of the terrifying avenging
angel facing her.
"S-s-sorry Cam, we didn't know." Val stuttered as she began
cautiously backing out of the showers signaling her two cronies to join her in
her retreat. "We'll get out of here and leave the two of you alone."
"Good idea Val," Cam growled softly, her eyes transmitting messages
of deadly retribution. "I'd hate to think you are trying to cut my time
Val. Now would I?"
"Uh huh, no problem Cam," all three said in unison then they were
gone.
Leaving Cam and their intended victim alone in the showers, just as Cam figured
she was going to have to try to clean up Val's mess before anyone found out
about this face off.
Cam only hoped this frightened little bunny was going to be worth her time and
worry.
After a face off with an extremely ugly chicken-hawk named Val and Val's two
anorexic stooges Cam was left with a empty shower and a badly frightened young
woman who was facing the cruelest sections of the world she had lived her
sheltered life in.
The poor woman was huddled in a corner completely naked, in a fetal position on
the cold tile floor.
Sensing her distress Cam took a few moments to try and figure out the best way
to handle this woman without causing her to think that Cam was just as bad as
the slime that the tall dangerous woman had just sent away.
Cam got a spare towel from a shelf and went to the woman huddled in the corner.
The tall woman's heart ached for the obviously terrified newcomer, she knelt
down and held the towel to the still wet, and trembling woman.
"Hey, sorry about the welcoming committee little one." Cam said
softly trying to sooth the insecure young woman. "You know you really
shouldn't come in here alone, a pretty one like you could get in a lot of
trouble."
The little blonde looked up at the familiar stranger, and her eyes grew wide
with surprise at her savior's words.
"G-get in trouble!" Cheryl blurted out confused by the now friendly
woman offering her a towel.
The little emerald-eyed blonde took the towel and thank her for it with a nod
of her head. Cam stood up and turned to leave.
"What do you mean by that?" Cheryl asked trying to reconcile this
beautiful smiling woman with the tall dark angry Goddess that had oozed death
and destruction, just minutes before.
"Haven't you heard?" Cam quipped in answer to her astonished
audience," some of the people here ain't very nice."
The echo of Cam's deep rich laughter at her own joke echoed after her as she
left the showers, leaving a very confused young woman watching the retreating
broad-shouldered back.
Cheryl knelt there on the floor clutching the towel to her chest, until a cold
chill reminded her that she was still wet and naked. She quickly dried herself
and got dressed. As she was dressing Cheryl found a small folded up piece of
paper, but she waited until she was dressed before checking it out. She was
surprised that it was a note from her rescuer.
Little One...If you would like to talk and maybe even learn something come to
my bunk this afternoon. Just ask for Cam, they all know where to find me. Cam
Cheryl studied the note for a few moments, then put it in her pocket, and
returned to her cell. She spent the rest of the morning through to lunch trying
to find out about the enigmatic woman that had saved her from gods only knew
what, at the very least serious hurt, earlier that morning. Prison being the
hot bed of rumors that it is it was no surprise that her rescue from Val was
known by almost everybody.
The fact that Cam had stopped the attack wasn't unusual, but the part where Cam
claimed the green-eyed woman as 'hers', had all the tongues wagging. By telling
Val and her two lackeys that Cheryl was hers, Cam had let everyone know that if
anyone touched the beautiful little blonde they would be facing the tall dark
and deadly woman's wrath
personally.
Truth be told Cam herself had no idea why she'd done it, but that morning when
she was facing Val the idea of those beautiful trusting emerald eyes looking
into anyone's eyes but Cam's or the thought of anyone else's hands on that body
sent an icy pain through Cam's chest as if her heart were bursting into a
million pieces.
In that moment of near panic the tall muscular woman found herself telling the
bleach blonde chicken-hawk that the little newbie was hers. Cam was laying on
her bunk listening to her boom box and pretending to read. She didn't even know
what book she was supposed to be reading, her mind was in a whirl of confusion
as she tried to figure out what it was about the pretty little woman with the
golden hair with the reddish highlights that only show in the sun light and
those innocent emerald eyes that affected her so much.
Huh? Cam suddenly wondered just where in the hell did that come from?
Cam's only problem was every time Cam pictured that Angelic face, it filled her
mind, wiping out all other thoughts.
All she could think of was spending time with this woman, getting to know her.
Sure she had sexual thoughts about Cheryl even now the vision of that compact
shapely little body underneath her making her writhe and squirm with
desire, making her scream out Cam's name in ecstasy, was making Cam wet right
now.
She groaned in frustration. How could this woman do this to me when Cam had
only seen her three times for only a few moments at a time?
Suddenly Cam felt a tingling sensation on the back of her neck as if all the
tiny hairs there were standing on end and she knew that the little blonde was
on her way.
Cheryl wasn't going to meet with the tall, incredibly beautiful woman after
hearing all the stories she'd heard about her. Sure Cam had saved Cheryl from a
horrible fate at the hands of the three women that had cornered her in the
showers that morning, and from what was said, it wasn't the first time the
woman and her friends had gone to the aid of a weaker prisoner. The rumors said
that the group that revolved around Cam made a habit of it.
This was all well and good, but there were other stories about the mysterious
woman, stories that told of darkness and death, stories that quite frankly,
scared the hell out of Cheryl.
Then there was this "claiming" thing. From what Cheryl could
understood, by letting those women believe that she was claiming Cheryl, the
woman everybody called Cam was telling the whole prison that Cheryl was hers to
do with whatever she wanted. According to Cheryl's cell mate if Cam decided to
take her in the middle of the cell block day room no one would lift a finger to
stop the tall dark woman.
She had, for all intents and purposes, announced to the world that Cheryl was
her property. When Cheryl heard this she was livid, she ranted and raved, she
was furious that this woman she had never met before felt she had the right to
just take her as property without even asking first. She was angry that the
woman had just decided it was her right to own another person.
Humiliated that the entire prison knew about it and ashamed because deep down a
small part of her was thrilled over the idea that the beautiful enigmatic woman
with the crystal clear blue eyes could if she wanted, take Cheryl's body and
ravage her making her beg for her and she was powerless to stop her because
Cheryl secretly admitted to herself she wanted Cam to just that. Curiosity made
Cheryl climb those steel stairs to the third tier, which was another thing that
bothered Cheryl.
When she was in orientation she was told that on D-block the most dangerous
prisoners were kept on the third tier. They were kept on third tier in single
cells because the prison officials were concerned of what these women were
capable of doing to their fellow prisoners, and usually the other prisoners
were afraid of them too.
From what Cheryl had learned Cam was among the most feared women there, only
the true psychos weren't afraid of her. While all of this scared Cheryl it also
intrigued her. The dark stories of violence and amoral behavior just didn't fit
with the woman that had appeared out of nowhere to save her from three
predators that morning.
Cheryl felt she just had to know more about her, but now as she climbed the
stairs that led up to the woman's lair, Cheryl was wondering about the
intelligence of her hasty decision when every step brought her closer to the
woman that casually announced her ownership of Cheryl, and the woman who even the
most vicious murderers here feared.
Cheryl had just one more problem ever since she heard about the owner thing she
had visions flashing through her mind, disturbing visions, things she'd never
thought of before. She saw scenes of Cam walking into the showers instead of
Val; she would take Cheryl and kiss her so hard her lips bled. Then the Cam in
her dreams forced Cheryl to the floor where she would take Cheryl over and over
no matter what Cheryl said, driving her to orgasm after mind-blowing orgasm, as
she screamed out her lover's name.
Cheryl stopped at the top step and shook her head, trying desperately to force
the erotic visions from her head.
"Jesus Christ Killian get a grip." she muttered to herself "it's
not like you've never seen a beautiful woman. but by the gods she IS
beautiful."
Cheryl laughed at herself quietly, as she turned left and headed down the
catwalk to the furthest cell. She could hear music coming from the far end of
the row of cells. She tried to remember the name of the old blues song that was
playing. She had heard of it before but never this version, by this female
singer. The slow sultry singer was doing little to help Cheryl dispel her
erotic visions, she groaned with frustration, as she felt the slow burning,
pressure building in her groin.
Cheryl old girl she thought wryly sure hope you can find some quality
time with yourself real soon or you're going to go nuts
She felt more nervous than erotic by the time she reached her destination.
Cheryl looked into the cell and saw Cam stretched out on her bunk her
incredibly long perfectly shaped legs crossed at the ankles, all she was
wearing was an old threadbare tank top that was at least two sizes too small,
and a pair of boxers. Cheryl could see the woman's work shirt and jeans neatly
folded on her desk that stuck out from the wall of her cell.
She knows I'm here Cheryl thought I don't know how she knows but I'm
sure that she does
"Hey, Come on in." Cam said not looking up "have a seat"
Cam indicated a small chair beside the cell door.
She sat up and pulled on her jeans then she sat back down on the edge of the
bed.
"I guess I ought to introduce myself" the black haired beauty said
holding her hand out to the diminutive blonde "Just call me Cam everybody
does."
"Cam is short for?" the blonde asked as she reached out and took the
offered hand.
Cam gave the young woman a curious look but saw none of the usual malice in
those mesmerizing emerald eyes, so she decided to go ahead and answer.
"Camilla" Cam answered "Cam is short for Camilla."
"Camilla that is a lovely name," Cheryl said still holding the large
hand admiring the long graceful fingers. "My name is Cheryl by the
way."
"Yeah I heard." Cam answered briskly something about this gorgeous
little blonde made Cam nervous.
"I imagine you should know your property!" Cheryl said more than a
little bitterly.
"What the hell?" Cam inquired incredulously "Where the hell did
you get that altitude, and why the hell am I getting hit with it?"
"You told those women you were claiming me." Cheryl snapped angrily
"Now everyone knows. They think you own me and most of them are afraid to
even talk to me."
Cam's laugh at the young woman's reaction to her statement further fuelling her
outrage.
"You think slavery is funny?" Cheryl sniped her eyes flashing "I
don't know how you were raised, but I me...urp."
Moving faster than Cheryl could follow Cam launched herself from the bunk and
grabbed a handful of the angry woman's shirt. She yanked the young woman from
the chair and using the collar lifted the now totally frightened woman off the
floor. Cheryl could feel the wall against her back and between her terror and
the tightening of the shirt collar Cheryl was beginning to have trouble
breathing.
"You know nothing about the way I was raised, bitch," Cam growled
looking as if she was about to rip Cheryl's head off "don't you ever
presume to lecture me on proper behavior or to critique my childhood."
Cheryl sputtered but was unable to speak, Cam noticed for the first time how
she was holding the small woman and the fear she saw in those beautiful green
eyes. Instantly she felt a pang of regret wrench her gut. She gently sat the
short golden haired woman back on her own feet, and released her shirt and
began slowly backing away.
"I huh...you know...I didn't...it's just that.well" Cam muttered as
she backed away toward her bunk "I'm just I'm huh sorry I didn't mean to I
mean I'd never really hurt you, it's just you caught me off guard talking about
my family I don't like anyone talking about my family."
Cheryl wasn't sure this woman was the same one she thought was about to kill
her just seconds ago and was now trying to sputter out an apology. Cheryl
didn't know if it was the pitiful sincerity of the apology or the horrified
stricken look in Cam's eyes but she suddenly felt an irresistible urge to
comfort her.
She sat down on the bunk and taking Cam's quivering chin in her tiny hand
Cheryl gently pulled the frightened and contrite woman's face around so that
their eyes locked onto each other.
"I-I'm really sorry," Cam whispered just barely able to be heard
"I w-wouldn't really hurt you. It's just you surprised me, I'd never hurt
you on purpose really."
"I know" Cheryl's answer surprised even herself, "I don't know
how I know but I do. I know deep down in myself that you would never take a
hand to me in anger."
Cheryl put her arm loosely around the silently weeping woman's shoulders. She
was confused it was the first time she had ever had these kind of feelings for
anyone, man or woman, foster sibling, anyone. Every time this familiar dark
stranger sobbed it tore at Cheryl's heart. Why she would suddenly feel them now
was beyond comprehension to the small blonde.
Cam could feel the small woman's arms and the sudden connection between them.
She didn't understand it, but with just a touch this person made her heart
pound like a jackhammer and swell in her chest filling with the presence of
this woman, her soul lost the terrible loneliness that had been weighting it
down and it suddenly soared to the heavens singing Cheryl's praises.
From this first moment both women knew that somehow they belonged together,
they spent the rest of that first afternoon getting to know each other better.
Not an easy task considering that both were such painfully private people and
they seldom allowed anyone to see their true selves.
After that they were virtually inseparable, they ate together, showered
together, (Cheryl had learned her lesson well and she never entered the showers
alone again), and they spent their yard time together, in the evenings they
would sit in one or the others cell and drink tea made on a small hot plate Cam
had gotten as a gift from the Captain of the guard when the older woman learned
it was Cam's birthday last year.
Not once did they sleep together, Cheryl flirted outrageously, but Cam
seemingly ignored her advances. Cam had made up her mind and resolved that no
matter how badly she wanted and needed the little blonde dynamo she was
determined that this woman was not meant for a tawdry affair behind a dumpster
or to be used then thrown away, like the others.
In fact Cam was ignoring all advances, the only woman Cam desired was the
little green eyed blonde that had somehow wormed her way through Cam's carefully
constructed defenses, none of the others appealed to her any more.
Cam denied herself fearing that if she slept with the young ethereal beauty she
might lose the woman that had quickly become more importantto Cam than the air
she breathed.
After a little over a week Cheryl told Cam the full story of her arrest and
conviction. Something about the story bothered Cam, she'd had a lot of dealings
with the so-called justice system and had an idea about how things worked, and
there was something about the innocent young woman's story that set off alarms
in Cam's head.
The next day, when Cheryl was out taking a class, Cam got to the phone and
using one of the "safe" numbers her attorney had given her, for the
first time the tall blue eyed beauty was about to ask for legal help and it was
for someone else. Cam made sure the lawyers understood that they were to spare
no expense in their investigation into the case of Killian v State of Missouri.
Just like the rest of her family, something Cam would never ask others to do
for her she wouldn't hesitate to ask done for someone she cared about.
There was no doubt in her mind, she cared deeply for Cheryl Killian.