PRISON
10:53 a.m.
I’ve been struggling to stay awake for hours. Last night drained me, but I have no choice but to keep going with my infiltration. I don’t let anything show.
Since I arrived this morning, I haven’t seen my target.
Alexander should be around, but there’s no sign of him.
“I’m going to grab a coffee before I pass out,” I say to Mathieu.
He nods. I’m on surveillance duty with him in the cell block while the other prisoners are out in the yard. I try to avoid Franck and Anis as much as possible.
I’m heading toward the staff room when someone suddenly grabs me from behind.
A hand clamps over my mouth to muffle my cries, and I struggle as much as I can, but the person drags me with undeniable strength into an empty corridor I’ve never walked through.
Then, they throw me
