CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
BRITA PRESSED HERSELF into the corner beneath the camera. As close as she could tell it was the only place in the cell where they couldn’t see her. A three by three foot oasis from the intrusion of her personal space. The blinking light made her skin twitch...the feeling of being watched was almost more than she could take.
She slid down the junction of the concrete wall, rough spots snagging on her shirt and scratching her back, and laid her head on her knees. The man she’d beaten lay unmoving. She thought he might be breathing, but she had no intention of going close enough to check.
Her knuckles were bruised and torn. Pain sliced through her with every breath. She suspected she might have a cracked rib. The gouges on her shin had broken open in the fight and fresh
