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“I won’t.”
“Be careful, Chad.”
“I’ll be fine. He’s in a maximum-security prison.”
Romeo hummed. “So was I.”
Chad ended the call, got out of the car, and ventured into Wiltknot.
****
Vincent was over eighty, and there was no chance of him climbing his way to freedom. He was trapped inside, but Chad didn’t feel comfortable with the knowledge.
The gates, doors, and bolts locked behind him, trapping him, too.
The doors didn’t just clunk with locks, they beeped and clicked as they were unlatched. Cameras spied on them, every inch of the place was covered and monitored with no blind spots.
“My name is Lynn.” The prison officer held her hand out to Chad, and he shook it before grimacing at his sweaty palm. “Sorry.”
She smiled. “It’s okay. Have you handed in your phone, keys, and wallet at the reception?”
“Yes.”
“I need to pat you down, it’s the procedure. I’ll be quick.”
He stood still while she swept her hands up and down his legs then across his chest. She nodded, satisfied, before gesturing him forward.
The light above the door turned from red to green. A lock clunked, and something ground, and then the door opened for him to pass through.
“Vincent is … unsettling,” Lynn said. “Be prepared.”
Chad’s vision tunneled, fixing on the door at the end of the corridor.
Visiting Room One.
Prison officers jumped aside to let them pass, and Chad followed Lynn in a daze.
“There’s a chair, a desk, and a microphone. Sound comes through the speakers, and there are two cameras. One your side, one his.”
“Do you record the audio of visits?”
“We never thought there was a need to.”
Chad released a slow breath. He’d been in a visiting room like that before with Romeo. His life had been spiraling out of control, and Romeo on the other side had been his anchor. He’d stupidly thought his life couldn’t have gotten worse, then Marc captured him.
Chad scrunched his eyes shut.
Don’t think about Marc.
It was the wrong time for it, not that there was ever a right time. He shouldn’t have been that nervous, but he was, even the way Lynn looked at him, with a hint of sympathy, left his heart in a flutter, but he kept thinking of Shawn and pushed on.
Lynn stopped and grabbed the door handle. “Ready?”
“As I’ll ever be.”
He nodded and gave Lynn the go-ahead to open the door. It opened on a small box room, two chairs, and a desk with a jug of water and a plastic cup.
Vincent was already seated on the other side of the glass.
