Chapter Eight
WYATT PACED IN HIS cell, continuously looking over at the one beside him. His new pseudo-roommate had joined him last night, dragged in unconscious by three M.P.s and heaved into the cell. They’d just left the man lying on the cold floor, and at his age, that could be dangerous if he hadn’t been in such good health.
Wyatt waited for him to wake up, and he had been unconscious all night. At this point in time, Wyatt wasn’t convinced it wasn’t some kind of game they were playing, so he was wary and watchful.
When the older man finally stirred, slowly returning to consciousness, Wyatt approached the cell wall separating them, which was simply a system of bars. He grasped two of them in his hand and pressed his face forward as close as he could as the other man blinked and loo
