Vincent had spent a few days in isolation for his little outburst with his last cell mate. It wasn't his fault that guy decided it would be a good idea to talk shit about Ashley. That guy had been an asshole from day one, a rapist and he couldn't believe he got himself landed with someone like that. Not that he was completely innocent - or he wouldn't be here either.
Still, smashing that guys face mercilessly against the cement wall probably was more satisfying that it should've been. Everyone saw him as meek, because he was quiet and kept to himself but they forgot something very important about him, he was a murderer. People would think twice before saying anything about him or Ashley.
Now he carried what little possessions prison allowed him to have, as he walked behind guards to his new cell. He hope that his new cell mate wasn't like the last guy, "Get in Harris," they said, opening he cell. Obediently he did as told, not usually one to cross the guards and they locked him up within. A quick glance over his shoulder before turning to the man currently on the bunk, "Hey,"