Melissa looked down at the floor. “We did want to talk,” she said, striding into the cell. “I believe you're innocent, Raynar, and I'd like to help you prove it if you're willing to give me a chance.”
He looked up at her with suspicious eyes, squinting as if he'd never seen a woman before. “I believe you.” With a grunt, he got to his feet. “So how exactly do you plan to vindicate me?”
Well, that was the rub, wasn't it? Every scrap of mental effort she had expended so far had been dedicated to finding a way in here. Now that she had arrived, she wasn't sure how to proceed. That alone left her uneasy. Melissa was the kind of woman who liked to have a plan. But how do you plan for something like this?
Melissa approached him with her hands clasped in front of herself, her head bowed respect
