Chapter Twenty Six
Chapter Twenty Six
Tom’s morning exercise routine was consistent if not brisk. He walked in circles around the outer perimeter of the compound at a comfortable pace, stopping to talk with anyone who deliberately placed themselves in his path. Usually those who did so had a hearing scheduled within the next 36 hours, or else were one of the knuckleheads stubbornly insisting they were wrongfully arrested wanting to suggest yet another preposterous angle of defense.
This morning, so far, everyone was letting him walk. It was a light day on the docket and he wouldn’t be called into court until the afternoon, most likely, primarily for routine follow-up and prep stuff. So when a lone inmate appeared in his path acting disoriented right outside the barracks, he was unmissa
