Steve had been laying low in Miami for weeks. He knew that Carlos and Wayne were following him. He made sure that he was home every night by 8 p.m. He would read until midnight. Steve enjoyed his own company and loved to read. He was always a homebody. He used to tell himself that maybe prison would not be so bad. If he was locked up, he could read all day and would not have to deal with law students or faculty. He would have all the time in the world. Of course, he was just lying to himself. Steve had to take a tour of a prison facility during law school. Inside, prisoners yelled—always screaming about something.
While Steve was taking notes, a prisoner screamed in his ear for him to move. Startled, Steve jumped backwards. The other prisoners laughed at him. He looked around in fear and
