On his left, there were metal doors in the wall, each one as thick as the one he had just walked through. Yup…There was no denying it.
This was a cell-block.
The lead guard tapped something into a panel on the wall, and then one of the doors slid open with a whooshing sound. They shoved Jack inside without even giving him the chance to make a quippy remark.
He stumbled a few steps and then froze.
His cell was much larger than he would have expected – big enough to host a dance party with room to spare for a snack table – but aside from a metal toilet and sink, it was completely bare. No bed, no table, no chairs. Nothing but four gray walls. One had a line of tinted windows that he assumed looked into some kind of observation room, but the rest were unadorned.
Biting his lower lip, Jac
