Chapter 8A few dozen prisoners crowded in the day room. Board games, decks of cards, and other trivial means of entertainment meant to distract the convicts as the days crept by had been put away. Rows of metal folding chairs were clustered in the center of the room, though nobody sat in them. The other inmates wouldn’t even look at them, deliberately keeping their attention on anything else. It was like they were infected with the plague, and one glance would cover the onlooker with blistering boils.
Isabella squeezed through the pack and found Chase near the front of the room, speaking quietly with Doctor Conley.
The pair noticed her right away. By the way Chase’s nostrils flared, Isabella gathered it was the scent everybody had been talking about that gave her away. No chance of sneak
