1.2.10
Colton woke up early and met Bayard and Selma in the same small command room he had come through when he first entered this underworld lair. He hadn’t slept well; it was bitterly cold throughout the night, and the two blankets on his cot had done little to ward off the chill. Apart from that, his night had been filled with night terrors; twice he woke in his cot, sat up, and screamed as he imagined his son clawing futilely at the door of his prison cell.
“Why did you let them take me, Daddy?” he could hear his son say. “Why?”
He had given up trying to sleep around four and instead sat on his cot, bundled in his blankets, thinking of the hours his son had to live. He sat alone in the silence, listening to the sounds of trickling water coming from somewhere in this abandoned sectio
