The rooftop wind had died down, but his thoughts swirled like a storm.
“We follow the path,” he’d said.
Now, that path led him back underground.
The prison’s long corridor echoed with his footsteps. His boots struck the concrete like a warning. The guard at the security door gave him a curious glance but said nothing. They all knew who he was now. Word had spread.
Emily sat behind the glass again. Her eyes were clearer this time. Focused. And that was what unsettled him most.
Jack slid into the chair across from her. No guards. No extra precautions. Just tension.
“You came back,” Emily said quietly.
“You said something I can’t ignore,” Jack replied. “So talk.”
Emily didn’t hesitate. “George wasn’t acting alone. He had a partner. Someone smarter. Crueler. Someone who stayed hidden w
