Clarice arranged to meet Jameson at the prison gates.
“Why here?” Jameson’s tone was sharp, his face dark.
For him, the time he had spent in this place was a blemish he couldn’t erase.
But Clarice wasn’t interested in sparing his feelings. “Let’s go. The arrangements are already made. The person we need to see is waiting inside.”
The door to the visiting room creaked open, and Peter White stepped out. His eyes flickered with surprise when they landed on Clarice and Jameson.
“I didn’t expect the two of you to be my first visitors,” he said, his voice tinged with irony.
Peter’s hair was cropped short, with streaks of gray at the temples, making him look far older than his years. Though still gaunt, he appeared healthier than the last time they’d seen him. Back then, he’d been either on
