“You don’t want to go there either,” he replied with a faint smile. “Interrogation and Isolation.” “Fondly known as the hole,” Officer Rind muttered behind me and Officer Nichols guffawed appreciatively. I got the impression they were the tweedle dumb and tweedle dumber of this fine establishment, more brawn than brain. My skin prickled as I craned my neck to get a look down the stairs towards the unit which housed the prisoners who were too dangerous to be allowed to remain in the cell blocks with the general population. My target was waiting for me down there and he didn’t even know his
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