Precisely at nine o’clock, I meet the ranks in my office.
“We don’t have much time,” I say as I take my seat and inform them about my feeling regarding Moira. “Jack, I want you to start with Ryan’s cell first thing tomorrow. He does not get a bunker bed, he’s there for life, so he’s not sharing. Move Ryan into a cell with others and repaint his cell. Give him a new bed, mattress and linen. Also, a bedside cupboard and he can move back to his cell. Then attend to the showers and bathrooms. I want you to take men that’s trustworthy to do the work. Joe and Dean, take Ryan’s personal belongings to him. He can pick a few personal things like photos and such. Just remove frames and anything sharp that he could use as an escape. No belts, buckles or shoelaces.”
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