She turned the monitor to face him. On the screen was a half-typed email to a contact named "Dr. Vance" at a psychiatric holding company. The subject line read: "Q4 Vegetable Quota – Inmate 848 (Karryn) Assessment."
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"A distraction," Karryn said. "Day after tomorrow, during the 2 PM headcount. I need every alarm in the east wing to go off. I don't care how. Smoke, fire, a fake fight. I need the guards running." She turned the monitor to face him
Warden Cross was a new breed of predator. He didn't carry a baton. He carried a clipboard and a smile that never reached his glacial blue eyes. He had arrived three months ago with a mandate from the state review board: "Improve efficiency and reduce recidivism through psychological realignment." The subject line read: "Q4 Vegetable Quota –