“WE’RE GETTING THE PRISONER now, Father. It will be a couple of minutes.”
I thanked the guard. After he left I stood a moment, looking around the room. It was the same one in which I had visited John.
A couple of minutes later, the door opened. The guard brought the prisoner in, clad in a khaki jumpsuit, hands and feet shackled. The prisoner shuffled along the floor, hampered by the ankle cuffs. The guard helped the prisoner to the table and fastened the handcuffs to a metal loop on the stainless steel surface.
“I’ll be right outside Father if you need anything,” the guard said.
“Thank you, we’ll be fine.”
He nodded and then went to take his place guarding the door, though he looked through the window instead of at the hallway.
I looked across at the seated figure. The prisoner wa
