Chapter 100

• Marietta turned with a frown as the custodian secured the handcuff into place. Her husband and son were already in witness protection, so she had no expectations of encountering anyone else. "Who is it?" she inquired.
• The guard merely shoved her forward with a rough push, escorting her out of the dormitory. Although she was uncertain about what awaited her, Marietta felt a sense of gratitude for this brief respite from the menacing glares directed toward her.
• Their journey through the prison's hallways felt interminable, and soon the injury on Marietta's body began to itch beneath the bright blue two-piece uniform designated for pretrial detainees.