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Some of the prisoners are in there already, setting files on fire before catching sight of Demon. They quickly ran out without saying a word leaving us free to enter the room. As soon as we make it over the threshold Demon is shoving shit in front of the door. He uses the filing cabinets first and then the desks -which are not nailed down in this room.
He makes his way to the very back where the warden has a private office, but it’s locked.
“Keeps a set of keys in the vent.” All three of us turn to Adam before Demon goes to the vent and yanks the cover off, easily finding the keys.
He spins around as soon as he fortifies the new door, putting another layer of protection between us and the rest of the riot. “Call your father.”
“What?”
“Use the phone,” he points to an old-looking phone -a landline- on the warden’s desk, “and call your father.”
Chapter Six
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Demon
I go to the locked cabinet in the corner and start trying the keys. Thankfully we came here quick enough, none of the other inmates tried to break the door down or bust through the glass. I open the case and find a treasure trove. I turn my eyes to the injured guard, “Do you think you can shoot if you had to?”
He nods as Cricket sits him down gently on the sofa in the corner. “D…daddy. It’s Eden.” I rack the shotgun as I listen to Eden talk to her father, causing her to jump and turn to look at me. Soon she’ll understand - he’s her father, I’m her Daddy. “I…I know. I’m here.”
I can hear the man on the line scream into his phone. “What?!”
“I…I’m here, daddy. I’m at the prison.” She pauses to listen to him. “Vicki sent me for some paperwork she left behind. I didn’t want you to have to pick it up on your way home.”
Son of a bitch! The girl wasn’t even supposed to be here. She’s not just a fucking angel, she’s a saint.
“I…I’ve not been hurt…yet. No, one of the prisoners…he helped me. Is helping me still.”
She listens before holding out the phone to me, “He wants to talk to you.”
I take the phone from her hands noting how cold they are. “Cricket, grab that blanket and hand it over here.”
I hold the phone up to my ear and wait to listen to what this man is going to tell me as I unfurl the blanket Cricket hands over and wrap it around Eden.
“What’s your name?”
“Demon.”
“Your real name?”
I reluctantly give it to him.
“If you keep my daughter safe…if you give her back to me unharmed, I’ll get you out of there.”
“What makes you think I can’t walk out now…with your daughter?”
“What do you want? Money? How much?” The thought of bargaining for Eden makes me see red. Especially when someone is trying to put a fucking price tag on her.
“Money means shit to me, mister.” I don’t like this guy.
“Please. She’s my only child. I’ll do any fucking thing you want if you protect her.”
Redeemed. “I’ll keep her safe. Then you get me out of here.”
“Deal. Yes. Absolutely.”
“We’re in the warden’s private office. Do people outside know what is happening?”
