CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
TUESDAY, SEPTEMBER 28, 2027 2:00pm
The gates closed with a heavy echo behind him. The sound was swallowed by the medley of new noises. Muffled announcements over a distant speaker, chatter of privileged inmates scouring walls and mopping floors, the echo of stiff soled shoes on the concrete.
Marcus stood at the back of the room, looking across at the small visitation booths, the heavy plastic windows, the corded phones, the battered chair. This wasn’t an upscale prison. There was nothing white collar about it.
Adam appeared in the room on the other side of the windows in the stereotypical orange jumpsuit and white sneakers. He found Marcus, locking him with an accusing glare as he moved to a booth, sat, and raised the phone to his head.
Marcus followed his lead and s
