Cora POV
The cells were about what I had expected, cold and damp, and stunk like urine, vomit, sweat and blood. It was cleaner than I thought it would be, and the air vents did a reasonable job, but that smell can never be removed; it's permeated into the stone walls over the years of use. I didn't like that the shooter was so young, and I get the feeling that it was one of the club members who caused this. That's sad and sickening at the same time. I was in the shower, washing the stench off. As my mind thought over what he said, he recognised a person at the gate. How did he see him? Was he not in the back of the van? I have no idea, as I was out cold, but I was sure that I saw him being thrown in the back of the van before I blacked out, or was that a dream?
Gunner came when I called
