Chapter 17
We left The Den, our lair. We made copies of the new drive, the one with all the senator’s secret dealings on it, the one that Craig had made for insurance. Turned out, it was a million-dollar policy. For us, that is. Not so much for the senator, the soon to be ex-senator, the soon to be prisoner number 3769768.
But what about that card he was still holding, my identity? Yeah, well, the first hot shower he took was to be his last. Seems the other prisoners didn’t care too much for the Republican senator, the one who eagerly voted for stricter prisons, less amenities.
Oh, that tricky karma. Such a b***h.
As for our initial drive, that one was destroyed, the story of me gone forever. The press would just have to come up with better stories about yours truly. Please, God. Pleas
