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“Knock it off, Dr. Alderman,” CO Stanislavsky said, frowning.He was lanky and tall, with wire-rimmed glasses. “I told you, I’ll let you know as soon as the Deputy Warden is ready.”

“I want to talk to my lawyer,” Noah shot back, changing tacks.

“You don’t have phone privileges yet. That account takes weeks to set up in the system. You just can’t make a call.”

“Yes, you can. Calls to lawyers may go outside the Inmate Telephone System. They’re freely available and must be private and unmonitored, unlike the other calls. I don’t have a phone card and I’ll call collect.” Noah knew the details because he had read the handbook, for which he patted himself on the back. The fact that he’d studied for prison could save his life.

“I’ll be back when I see what I can do.” CO Stanislavsky closed the eye-level slot.

Noah could hear the footsteps walking away, then a heavy door clanging shut. He leaned his forehead against the cell door. It felt cool and calming, like a cold compress in the overheated cell. He thought of Maggie, then realized why. Because she used to kiss his forehead.

He closed his eyes and wondered what she was doing now. He tried to think of what day it was. Tuesday, before Thanksgiving. He hated to think of what the holiday would be like for Maggie and Caleb. He prayed that they were okay, and it gave him some comfort to know that she and Caleb had each other.

Noah felt his eyes fill, but squeezed them tight. He thought about banging his forehead on the metal door, but it wouldn’t do any good. He loved his wife, but he would never see her again. He would see Caleb again, but Kathy would bring him, like before. It tore Noah apart inside.

He heard the door outside opening, footsteps heading his way, and in the next moment the eye-slot was pulled open.

“Dr. Alderman,” CO Stanislavsky said, “I’ll take you to the phone. Deputy Warden McLaughlin can’t see you yet. He’s hoping to get to you tonight, if not, tomorrow morning. Cuff up.”

“Okay.” Noah backed up to the door, put his hands against the lower slot, which was opened, and through it, he was handcuffed.

“Come on.” CO Stanislavsky unlocked the door and opened it, standing aside to let Noah out of the cell.

“Thanks,” Noah said, stepping into the hallway, which was when he saw someone else standing against the wall. It was CO Evesham, who might have left his cell intentionally unlocked last night, so that Jeremy Black could be brought in after the fight.

Noah half-considered trying to get back in the cell, but it was locked. He felt the tightness of the cuffs on his wrists.

CO Stanislavsky frowned. “Something the matter, Dr. Alderman?”

“No,” Noah answered, having no other choice, just yet. He couldn’t tell if CO Stanislavsky was planning to ambush him with CO Evesham, or if one CO was plotting but the other wasn’t, or if he was being paranoid. He braced himself and masked his fears.

“Let’s go, Dr. Alderman,” CO Evesham said, motioning him to the unit door.

Chapter Seventy-eight

Maggie, After

“Hello, is anybody home?” Maggie knocked at the Tenderlys’ door, with Kathy and Caleb behind her. She knocked one more time, and the door simply opened. “It’s unlocked.”

“Whoa.” Kathy shrugged. “Go in.”

“Yeah, it’s cold.” Caleb shivered in his coat, holding his phone.

“Hello?” Maggie opened the door, and they entered the house to find Elma Tenderly sleeping in a recliner next to a brown sofa, which faced a TV playing QVC on mute. She looked to be in her eighties, and her head was turned sideways with her steely hair in a wispy ponytail. She had on a worn black sweatshirt with heavyweight jeans and patterned fleece socks.

“She’s a sound sleeper,” Kathy whispered.

“Like Ralph,” Caleb added. “He never wakes up.”

“Mrs. Tenderly?” Maggie stepped closer, and the old woman’s hooded eyes fluttered open behind her bifocals.

“Oh, my, hello.” Elma’s lips curved into a confused smile. “Who are you?”

“Mrs. Tenderly, I’m sorry to barge in. My name’s Maggie Ippoliti, and this is my son Caleb and my friend Kathy Gallagher. We were knocking for a while, and the door was unlocked.”

“Oh, okay. Call me Elma. That’s with an E, not an A.” Elma straightened in her chair. “So are you folks lost or something?”

“No, we came from Eddie’s Diner to talk about your granddaughter PG. I think she knew my daughter Anna, who went to the Congreve School.”