The Judge

"Rumor has it that his flight leaves early tomorrow. It should be around ten in the morning when he arrives in the city." Isaac asked, "What's wrong?" Lucille shook her head. "Nothing." Since the presiding judge was specifically assigned to her case, she couldn't stay here with Isaac. She would rather avoid implicating him unintentionally. Lucille pondered for a while. "Captain Gilbert, I would appreciate it if you could send me away." "Where to?" "To prison." Half an hour later, she got out of Isaac's car. The wind was cold that night, but it felt quite pleasant. Lucille took two steps forward. The curbstone was at her feet and she might trip if she wasn't careful. Just as Isaac was about to warn her, he saw Lucille lift her foot and step over it. Lucille turned her head and smiled slightly. "As I said, I have a good memory." She had only been to this prison once, but she remembered the direction to the gate and the step leading to the crosswalk from a glance before entering. With a f