Twenty
Monday Morning
New York State, Attica Max Correctional Facility
The warden lead the way down the three flights of stairs, the air becoming thicker the deeper and farther they traveled down into The Cave. It had been about five years since he had last visited solitary confinement. It was where the worst of criminals were kept, left to rot until the government needed some form of information from them, their knowledge the only reason they had escaped death row.
He stopped before the last door, the dim light slowly flickering on and off above them. “You’re sure that this guy is the man you are looking for, agent?” The light flickered on again. He couldn’t help but stare at the beautiful blond in disbelief.
With a firm nod of her head, her eyes shifted from his face to the door. Sh
