“I’m gonna fucking kill you!” he shouted as I rounded the corner.

It wasn’t clear who he was threatening, the line of men and women both cops and alleged criminals was long. He was about half way down the hall, cuffed with both wrist and ankle restraints. I moved closer to the right wall, further from the irate man.

“I’m gonna get out and your dead you fucking pigs, dead!” he continued as I passed, his voice echoing through the long hall. Projecting his hate and anger loudly to us all.

A sense of relief ran through my body. I was headed up and out and he was headed down to the tombs, the slang for the holding cells in the courthouse.

I was placed in another cell with 3 other men, this one was different, there were angles the CO couldn’t see clearly and boothes where attorneys could meet with clients. It was much colder in this cell, I could see the open windows across the hall from the cell, I zipped the light jacket I had higher and dug my hands deeper into my pockets.

Great, more waiting.