“Stop banging on the cell wall, pendejo.”

Shelly grunted, arms crossed as she kicked her boots atop her sheriff’s desk. But the banging, once again, continued.

”Maldición. Colt never has these issues, I bet…?!”

She grumbled under breath before standing up from her seat. She walked down the hall with empty cells on either side, slowly reaching the occupied one and banging on the bars.

“OYE! I was talking to you.”