"Don Angelo broke out this morning during a prison transfer. Scott, focus. Get your shit together. Who was with her last?" Jeff's procedural voice insisted.
"I was. I just left her in the bathroom two minutes ago. She had her bodyguards waiting out front. Scottie, she's fine," said Willow, trying to calm me down, but I needed to see it to believe it.
Breaking out into a run, I hastily made my way to the bathroom with Jeff and the others following behind me. When I got to the door, what was left of my composure slipped away from me. The corpses of the men who had been watching her for weeks as she took her exams laid on the floor, stacked onto each other in front of the door. The women screamed when they saw the bodies.
"Don't look," said Kenny, ushering the women away from the scene.
I beat Jeff through the bathroom door, stepping over the bodies. We kicked open stall doors, but they were all empty.
"Fuck," a ugly scream let loose from my throat.
