<strong>Kelli Morris<br/>Little Havana</strong><br/><br/>He sure is jumpy, she thinks to herself, her finger slowly turns the volume up on the radio as he leans closer telling her what he is looking for.  Her nose wrinkles a little from his breath, immediately bringing back memories of those hot summer days in lock up with 200 other women all crowed in the main common area with the AC broken.<br/><br/>“sounds easy enough, is he affiliated with anyone?" Thankful he popped a breath freshener.<br/>