CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
July 9, 2010
Morning
Calvin woke to a stiff spine and darkness as high heels rang across a concrete floor. The footsteps strutted like a prizefighter assuming victory before the first punch.
Light burst above him, and Natalie’s face punctured his haze of perception. “Sit up and don’t try anything,” she ordered.
He rose. Beneath him lay a cot on the floor of a bare cell. He heard hushed sounds of other people murmuring in the room’s dark pockets but couldn’t see them clearly.
He now wore a black t-shirt and black slacks. He had no idea how long it had been since someone had used the needle on him.
“Stand and put your hands behind your head,” Natalie said.
A man with a dart gun strode from the room’s shadows. He would choose to take a train trip to visit his kid,
