Simon slept for most of the afternoon, rousing himself only when the guard came by tooting on his whistle for an extra roll call. Mal-Chin stayed by his side, propping him up when his injuries left him too exhausted to stand on his own.
Why had the assistant director singled him out? Was it pure and simple bad luck? Or was there more to it? Had Lang read through the records and discovered Simon and Mal-Chin were both Christians? Did he want Simon to betray his friend?
Simon’s sentence was already certain. The only thing he didn’t know was if his doom would come from the National Security Agency or his own cellmates. If he defied the assistant director’s orders, he had no doubt Lang would have him killed. But when his cellmates caught him spying, his fate would prove just as brutal.
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