The Jail was in West Egg so I didn’t have to walk far to reach Daisy Buchanan. I was flabbergasted upon hearing the news of my warped cousin. As I entered the jailhouse I prepared myself to hear what had really happened during the course of that evening, and the fateful day, that Gatsby, Mr. Wilson, and Tom Buchanan were so brutally murdered. I asked one of the policemen where she was located. He pointed to the left with a somber expression. As I neared her cell, No. 2453 I was told that she was on death row. I held my head low the second I got there. She mumbled something under her breath, and as I lifted my head I'd regretted it as she was a horrid sight.She sat in the darkest corner that her narrow dilapidated bed had to offer, albeit little her was visible I could see her matted hair, her body too thin for the clothes she wore. Even through the darkness she had no difficulty seeing a figure of a man automatically acknowledging that it was in fact me and we started to talk.