Home Incarceration: Tales From the County Jail, #5

By J. S. Williams

Most inmate think they have scored a win when their sentence is commuted to Home Incarceration. Then they find out the cold hard fact that they have to earn a living without leaving their house. Mario Saletta thought he found a way to pull that off when he started manufacturing meth. But double crossing the mob can prove dangerous.

Home Incarceration is part 5 of the series Tales From the County Jail.

• Language: English
• Publisher: J. S. Williams
• Release date: Feb 21, 2014
• ISBN: 9781497783010

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HOME INCARCERATION

It had been two months since my release from prison and I still was not used to that bulky plastic ankle bracelet. It chafed my leg and clashed with everything I wore. But I supposed it was better than being locked up. And anyway, not many people saw the device because I was not permitted to leave the house. And that is what caused the whole thing to happen.

I had to stay at home, but I had to make a living. There were bills to pay. Rent, utilities . . . and I had to have food and clothes. And the state added a kicker. They actually charged me a monthly fee for the privilege of living in my own home. All of these expenses had to be met while not leaving my house. I suppose I could have tried to get a work-at-home job, but most of those involved typing and I was just too cool for that. Besides, there was a lot better money in cooking meth and unlike typing, it was a skill I already possessed. Of course, in order to satisfy my parole officer, it had to look like I had a legitimate source of income, so I rebuilt a few alternators for cars on the side. Very few.

I stood at the kitchen counter, taking inventory of my lab supplies, as Tyler looked up at me with anticipation. Tyler was my dog—a Rottweiler I found roaming the streets. He was smart enough to know that the kitchen meant food whether I was cooking or not. In fact, he was so smart he could actually talk, which he did plenty of when nobody else was around.

C'mon, Mario. I felt his huge snout nudge me behind the knee. I had to catch myself from falling when my leg tried to fold from the push. I looked him in the eyes and could have sworn he was laughing inside.

I'm busy, Tyler. What do you want?

Whatcha think? Food, maybe?

If you don't let me get this done, we won't be eating next week. I tossed him a strip of bacon which was left over from breakfast.

Bacon! Who loves ya, Mario? He grabbed up the morsel and began to slowly chew, extracting every bit of flavor he could get.

I returned to taking inventory, feeling an urgency to get the lab going that