Chapter 69: Chapter 69: You Get Your Own Cell

John calmly walked in the direction they pointed them and she wanted to hit him. If he could bend a pistol, he could fight his way free.

"We'll be trapped," she hissed softly.

Please let him have a plan to get us out of this mess. She'd worry about getting away from him later.

Even before the thugs opened the door, she smelled it. The stale, musty scent of human sweat and urine. She gagged when they grasped the iron handle and that decaying smell intensified, assaulting her nose. Miserable groans ghosted up to their ears from the gaping blackness the door had revealed.