Message From Mama; Second Letter
He was sure that he had gotten the address right, though as he studied the old yarn mill that looked as if it had better days, he wondered if they were wrong. He couldn't imagine Mama giving him incorrect directions, especially not when she seemed determined to have these letters delivered. Though he was tempted to drive away and give her a call, he stuck around.
He didn't know how long he had sat in his car, slumped down to keep from being noticed. Enough hours had passed that the sun began to descend, casting darkness over his surroundings. Staking out like this allowed him to reminisce on his past and times when he used tho do this often. Fortunately that reminiscing didn't last for long; the blinding glare of headlights caught the very edge of his vision. He watched in silence as it disappeared around the corner, heading right into the yard of the factory.
A little over an hour later he was following the same path, but on foot.
He wasn't sure which was louder as he neared the grounds, his breathing or his heart. Perhaps it was the picking of the lock and the rattling of the chain before he opened up the fence to head inside. Like he did before, he found himself steeling his nerves as he kept to the darker areas as best he could.
The crumpling of the letter in his coat's pocket wasn't exactly reassuring, but it did remind him as to why he was taking this risk; to get his friend out of prison.