CHAPTER 9Maggie maneuvered her vehicle up to a small enclosed structure, assuming it was the visitor check-in. Looking around, she could vaguely make out outlines of large buildings just down the road. The place had a haunting look, like something out of a horror movie. She was startled by a knock on her window. She turned to see an older gentleman dressed in a dark rain slicker. She rolled down her window and held out her license.
“My name is Rolfe,” the man said, pointing at his nametag as if to clear up any confusion Maggie may have. “I don’t need to see your license since visiting hours are over. Please turn around and come back tomorrow. You can check our website for visiting hours.”
Not being put off by him, Maggie quickly responded. “I think you should call one of your superiors o
