Chapter 55The snow line had dropped drastically the night before and blanketed the surrounding hills with a layer of blue-white. The wind contained a bite that would keep the snow on the ground as low as the Tono foothills.
Media and police vehicles with horse trailers and demonstrator's cars not only lined the road for a mile leading to the prison, but also glutted the approach to the gate. Stringers shouldering cameras sloshed through the soupy exhaust-blackened snow. Fires burned in old metal barrels. Everyone was bundled in heavy winter gear. The usual throng of demonstrators had multiplied to unbelievable proportions. The scene was a media circus. Two officers on horseback arrived to escort the Range Rover.
Police and prison guards attempted to keep order. The crowd became even more
