The Chaplain wishes he had had more time with the Prisoner before this day. He wishes he could have researched the Prisoner’s life better – a quick skim in the last several days wasn’t enough – perhaps he could have found Jack, at least found out what happened to his mother. Brought Jack here. For what? To watch his brother murdered? Strapped to a chair. Bolts of electricity coursing through him? No, maybe not.
Wouldn’t his mentor have looked into all of this anyway? He was with the Prisoner for a long time, years. Surely he would have asked the right questions, helped in some way. Wouldn’t he? If there was a family member the Prisoner wanted to see, his mentor would have arranged it.
The Chaplain’s mind goes back, suddenly, to the crime scene photos in the Prisoner’s file. The gruesome
