CHAPTER 23
General Sin’s boots were as heavy as steel when he trudged up the small hill back to the jail. He brushed his hands on his uniform. A weaker man would question himself, and perhaps ten or fifteen years ago, Sin might have too. But he couldn’t allow himself the extravagance of second guesses. There was only forward. There was only progress.
Progress and sacrifice.
He closed the door to his office, checking once to see if anyone had left him a message. He picked up his phone and dialed the number without any further hesitation.
“This is General Sin. I just discovered the connection between my jail and the convict Moses.”
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Soon’s legs throbbed as he sprinted toward his meeting place with Hannah. He was half an hour early. Please let her be there. It had taken every ounce o
