Chapter 10
Owen glanced at the cold, congealed eggs he hadn’t been able to stomach and shuddered. He wanted to call the deputy and ask the man to remove the tray, but couldn’t muster the energy. Once again he checked the huge clock mounted above the doorway leading out of the cell block. Convenient, he supposed, but from this side of a locked cell door, it seemed cruel—like they wanted prisoners to watch how slowly each second of their jail time crawled. It was well after eleven o’clock. Marc had said he and the sheriff were going to Myrtle’s in the morning. Well, morning was almost over, and so was Owen’s endurance. Where were they?
He checked the clock again.
When he was sure he couldn’t take one more minute, the door to the cell block opened, and the sheriff walked in. Alone.
Owen’s
