Cam paced the storeroom. It had been nearly an hour since she’d left Sarah’s office and Cam’s time was almost up. Hopefully, Deems could stall the warden long enough for them to get something on tape. Now, Sarah was trying to psych her out by being late. She’d just have to be patient.
She stopped and leaned back against the table when she heard the door open. Sarah Adrien entered, follow by a tall muscular guard. Cam had stared at him. Not only was it rare to see a male C.O. inside the prison walls, this was Frank Briscoe.
“Sorry we’re late.” Sarah smiled, too sweetly, “My associate was occupied with another problem.”
“Not to worry. I wasn’t going anywhere,” Cam said. Had she just bagged two birds with one stone?
Sarah looked around the room. “You didn’t get much swept up in here, I se
