“Did any outside party help him?” Julian asked Selena as they stared at their own copies of the blueprint of the Central Prison.
“Nope.” Selena shook her head, her long black wavy hair pulled back into a ponytail. “Any friends he’d made were inside the prison. In fact, he even escaped like a rat, through the sewer system.”
“How?” Julian asked as Selena went over the map to show him the details.
Selena was wearing her usual outfit of dark jeans paired with a black company T-shirt and a black leather jacket over it. Not only did she prefer to dress like a badass, but she was also one in real life too—even if she just appeared on a screen on his laptop like right now. No one could question her efficiency.
Now she pointed her finger, its nail painted bright red, at a cell near the back of
