door slammed open.
Officers pulled me from my bunk. Rafael shouted. Rusty barked and lunged toward me until a boot sent him against the wall.
His cry brought me halfway off the floor.
A knee pressed me down.
“Stay still.”
Lieutenant Harlan stood beside the sink, holding a phone and a taped packet of pills.
I had never seen either.
He smiled as another officer tightened my restraints.
Then he leaned close enough that only I could hear.
“Voss says you should’ve laughed.”
They dragged me backward out of the cell, my bare feet scraping across the cold concrete. In the dim amber of the tier lights, faces appeared behind bars, hands gripping the steel, eyes wide and watchful.
Rafael was shouting at Harlan, his fists rattling the bars of our cell until a guard threatened him with pepper spray. In the corner by the bunk, Rusty lay on his
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