Nick~
'Nick, we gotta get out of here!'
'Zeek, not even you can get us out of here.'
There's nothing left to do but pace the floor, and I do for a long while. If the cops were going for the atmosphere to deter return, they hit the mark. I'm sure as hell not coming back! The three walls surrounding me are charcoal grey center blocks in need of a paint job. The only distraction from their mind-numbing symmetry is a notice of the House Rules.
'So that's it, you're giving up, you're gonna live by their rules?'
'No, Kyle will help us, and I have murdered no one. The Captain is right. Belinda will discover how Steve died.'
I stopped pacing at my barred front door, which has so many coats of paint the bars can't decide what color they aspire to be. But provided the comfort of knowing you'r
