Chapter 21The next morning, my last on God’s green Earth, I woke up and stared at the monitor. It was a beautiful day, sun bright, squirrels scampering about on the lawn. The guard brought down my breakfast. “Toast for the soon to be toasted?” I asked, a lump the size of Cleveland riding down my throat.
He didn’t answer. I tried to break through his wall, but it was tight as a drum. In any case, I’d already worked my mojo on him. Now I just had to pray he’d show up with the key before the party started, before I found myself on a spike, turning round and round over a roaring fire. Shish-keblake.
The thought was less than appealing. But what was worse, so much worse, was the fact that my pack my walking into a trap now. Thanks to me. And if my heart was breaking before, it was now shatter
