Chapter NineCargo
My hands gripped the tray and I prayed that the tall orderly who led the way up the stairs didn’t turn around and notice their slight tremble. It took all of my willpower to prevent them from outright shaking, dropping the tray and giving him any excuse to direct his attention to me more than absolutely necessary. Climbing the seemingly endless flights of stairs took forever. I had been way, way down where no sunlight had ever shone, far apart from anyone else. Then, at last, a metal door creaked open. The orderly waited for me and I strode out, following Francesca’s directions on which way to go; left, back to the commissary to return the food tray, then straight to Francesca’s room s***h cell.
“Hey,” the orderly called. “What’re you doing?”
Not part of the plan. Not
