Damn! Corey quietly cursed himself as he sat on the hard wooden holding-cell benches, awaiting his fate. As he stared off into space, his mind was in another world. Or at least he wished he were. Presently, he was confined to a trash-littered bull pen beneath the Bronx Supreme Court that strongly reeked of urine from an unflushed toilet in the back corner. Combine that with the musky mixture of body odor that still lingered from the countless prisoners that had passed through the bowels of the justice system this day and the stench was damn near unbearable.
Just a few short hours ago, this very bull pen had been bursting...