CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
JUNE 13, 9 AM
PHOENIX POLICE DEPARTMENT
There is another gassing at the Florence prison that Specs wants me to cover. I hate making the drive but have to do it. I am sure Warden Franks is already cranking up the peach juice in the jitterbug room for his next prisoner. He likes lowering the jailhouse population numbers.
I ask Pam Rushman if she wants to attend another one with me, as I hate driving alone. She immediately declines, remembering the previous horrible experience. I will go early and maybe stop and have a steak dinner at the Ranch House on the way. They prepare great New York steaks cooked over an open pit with mesquite branches that add flavor, making the trip worthwhile.
Of course, I will have to write an article about the event. What the hell can you
