Chapter 6: Working the Ribs

I approached the Warden’s office. I could just barely see him through the thin window in his door. Albert Mendley, all five feet six inches of him, was arguing with the local law enforcement. The loudest was from a voice I knew well, Detective Tolliver. He had a voice like a drill sergeant after a tracheotomy, a different man than the one I had talked to the night before. He was all rasp and grumble, yelling every word at the top of his voice. He argued with the Warden about jurisdiction. The...