He searched the compound, looking for Cherise and for the control monitoring station. If they were smart, they'd have two monitoring stations, each monitoring the prisoner and each other.
“If they're smart, they'll have two monitoring stations, each monitoring each other as well as you.”
He could have told her that.
“And you have to find Cherise.”
He stopped himself from telling her the obvious.
There! Four floors up and to the west end of the compound. Cherise lay on a bunk in a cell identical to his, weeping softly.
He sent her his comfort, and she sat up suddenly, looking around. Her gaze fixed on the door, where he observed her from, and her lips formed a silent word: “Jack?”
Quickly, he withdrew and scoured the compound for monitoring stations. He found three of them, one for t
