Twenty-Seven
After a full day of travel, they arrived at Alston just before dusk. A small town, there was only the one Ward compound, comprising of a large building and a vehicle depot with an attached cellblock at the back of it.
Jackson was driven to the door of the cellblock and hustled out of the vehicle, straight into one of the two cells. As he surveyed the single bunk, rudimentary bathroom facilities and barred window, he was confident he’d have the lock picked and be out of there before true night fell. That confidence took a dive when Wallace arranged for a full patrol to be placed on duty guarding him. Despite a sleepless night, no opportunity to escape had presented itself by morning when Wallace entered the cellblock with two unfamiliar wardens at his back and a medic at his
