HIS FAULT, BOOK EIGHT
Mark
It's nearly midnight by the time two of the prison guards finally start digging the hole. I got to the prison over eight hours ago, and that’s how long it took me to convince the warden to dig it at all. Eight hours and $150,000. Cheap, actually. I’d have paid twice that without blinking. He's gonna have to wait until tomorrow morning for half of the money. He wanted to wait with the digging until then too, but I'm not having any of that.
The guards are digging too slow, sweat pouring down their faces, glistening in the torchlight. I'm just about to jump in and do it for them, when one of their shovels hits wood. The sound echoes in the nighttime silence like a gong.
"This is completely unnecessary," the warden is saying as they start hacking at the lid of th
