Clarice stepped out of the room, scanning her surroundings, but Jameson was nowhere to be seen. Her search led her to the staircase, where she froze at the sight of him gripping a prison guard by the collar, his expression seething with anger.
“Jameson, stop it right now!” Clarice rushed toward him, grabbing his arm. “You need to calm down. This is a prison, and you can’t afford to be reckless here.”
Jameson’s grip loosened slightly, and Owen, the guard, stumbled back, coughing violently. To Clarice’s surprise, Owen didn’t seem angry about the physical assault; instead, his face was pale and filled with nervous guilt.
“What exactly is going on here?” Clarice demanded, looking back and forth between the two men.
Jameson released Owen completely, stepping back and running a hand through
