As Crawford escorted him back to his cell, Joe searched the halls and security desks for Gauthier, but never saw him. He’d hoped Gauthier would have visited him this morning, at the infirmary, but Gauthier had never showed up. Joe wanted to thank him for transgressing the code and speaking up against Williams and the others.
Gauthier would be in trouble now, for sure.
“Have you seen Gauthier this morning?” Joe asked Crawford, as nonchalantly as he could.
“No, afraid not.” The old man’s face was set in stone. He hated Gauthier. Probably hated him even more now that he was responsible for having three of his friends suspended two weeks before Christmas.
As they came closer to his cell, Joe’s heart beat harder and harder, until he thought Crawford could feel it in his arm. Finally, they s
