One hundred and forty-seven. One hundred and forty-eight. One hundred and forty-nine.
She reached Warden Cross's office. The door was a heavy oak slab with a biometric lock. She didn't have a keycard. She didn't need one.
"The password," Karryn said softly, "is your mother's maiden name followed by your daughter's birthday. Collins0712. I've already remotely shut down the alarm system in this wing and locked the door behind me. Your guards can't get in for at least twenty minutes. That's plenty of time." karryn prison passives
"No," she said, not looking up. "I'm correcting a rounding error."
"Do it," she had said, her voice a low, calm monotone. "The tongue is a muscle. It will heal to a blunt stump. I can still bite. And after I bite through the carotid artery of the man on my left, I will use the blunt stump to spell out the name of your firstborn child, which I will then whisper to every informant in the laundry room." One hundred and forty-seven
"And what will you be doing?"
Silk narrowed her eyes. "And why should I care about a bunch of vegetables? The syndicate runs the contraband. We're comfortable." She reached Warden Cross's office
Cross went pale.