Chapter 14
Faris“Perri sold us out!” Alice paced the cell.
“He did not.”
“Sure looks like it from here, which is the inside of a jail cell.”
“Sit. Calm yourself,” Faris said.
The cell, constructed of cinderblocks, offered a narrow bench as accommodation and nothing else. Faris sat on the bench, examining the handcuffs. The design was primitive: steel cuffs connected by three links of chain. These cuffs were weak where the chain attached to the bracelet. By twisting the chain and bringing his wrists together, the chain would shear off at the joint.
Alice tossed herself down next to him. “Will that work?”
“Who has decades’ worth of criminal experience?”
She raised her hands in surrender, a ludicrous gesture with bound hands.
Within a minute, he broke the chain. “Now your turn,” he s
