Death Row (Alibis Collection, #1)

by Freida McFadden

“Let me show you.” The boy seizes the drink from my hand and hawks up a pretty impressive glob of phlegm, which he spits into the cup. I almost want to applaud. “Okay, now you try.”

Okay titanic

either side of the glass is a stool and a bright-red phone so that I can communicate with my visitor without having to breathe the same air.

Lol