The harsh fluorescent lights in Caleb's cell flickered, casting eerie shadows across the cold concrete walls. Months had passed since his capture, each day bleeding into the next in a monotonous haze of confinement and regret.
Caleb sat on the edge of his narrow cot, elbows resting on his knees as he stared blankly at the floor. His once-muscular frame had grown leaner, his face gaunt from stress and poor nutrition. But his eyes still burned with an intensity that unnerved the guards who brought his meals.
The sound of footsteps echoing down the corridor jerked him from his brooding. He looked up, expecting to see the usual guard with his meager dinner. Instead, a wiry man with shifty eyes peered through the bars.
"Psst, Caleb," the man hissed. "Got some juicy info for ya. But it'll cos
