(Marcus)
Alexander leaned against the wall, silent, watching me like a predator waiting for the right moment. The room felt too quiet now, like the air had been sucked out of it. My hands would not stop shaking. I tried to calm down but his words kept playing in my head.
Prison walls will not protect you from me.
I sat on the bed and put my head in my hands. Everything was falling apart faster than I could think. He was not bluffing. I could see it in his eyes. The man was dangerous in ways I never understood before.
My phone was dead. No way to call anyone even if I wanted to. Not that anyone would help me now. The FBI was coming. I was trapped in this disgusting room with nowhere to run.
I got up and checked the window. Three men stood in the parking lot, watching the building. They
