CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
It felt odd to be entering South Bay House of Corrections, knowing that she was not entering in order to meet with Howard. It made her feel like she was visiting as some weird stalker who could not get over her lure of the place. But once she was inside, the feeling was replaced by an urgent sense of duty—the need to get in and out as quickly as possible.
Because of the short notice she had given, Avery was not able to see anyone right away. She knew there were protocols to be followed and forms to be filled out. She understood the need for these regulations, but as she waited in a small holding area, it was frustrating. While she waited, she leafed through a case file of Biel’s history that a helpful woman from records had provide her with.
It was uncanny how quickly
