#Chapter 138: Dog pound

Alexander “You sure you don’t want me to go in with you?” I shook my head at Kayden. “Don’t bother. I’ll need to talk with him alone in there anyway.” Highland Prison was a square brick building surrounded by high, double-lined and barbed wire-topped thatched metal fencing. It really was in the middle of nowhere – the last twenty miles of our drive cut through nothing but barren, fire-scorched farmland that had been abandoned for many years. We were idling just outside the front gate, under the watchful eyes of multiple security cameras and two hulking guard towers that rose from either side of the prison’s sole entrance and exit. A guard appeared at the base of one of those towers and began walking in our direction. I removed my seatbelt and opened the passenger door. “I’ll keep this as quick as possible.” Kayden nodded once and put the SUV in reverse. After I hopped out, he eased backward onto the crumbly two-lane highway. I watched him roll down the road about hundred