“We said—that girl’s been laying there a long time not moving. We saw guards walk past and nobody stopped,” her former cellmate Juliana Philips tells me. “She was just laying there. Who’s gonna take a nap on the cement in the sun in polyester and no shade?” After the guards finally called an ambulance, the paramedics tried to take her temperature. Their thermometers only go to 108 degrees: she was that hot, or hotter still. Her internal organs had cooked, as if in an oven.
