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163 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 17, 2017
"Even the prisoners themselves didn’t make sense. The people in the cell block were nothing alike, young, old and everywhere in between, and pretty much every imaginable race or mixture. Labcoat said they were sick, but with what? None of them looked ill at all. At least, not in any way Lindsey could tell. It wasn’t like they all had the sniffles or something. None of them had matched in the least. Except for their tattoos they had nothing in common, and the tattoos had come from this place, so that wasn’t it. So if they weren’t sick, then what could they be there for? None of this makes any sense. Goddamn it."

