Chapter 9 – Locking Horns
Nathaniel “Nat” Leland walked down the hall of the maximum security wing of Crater Labor Prison. It's walls were white, a cruel, glaring white, and they reflected the overhead lights brilliantly and oppressively. It was as if the building's intent was to expose every secret, overturn every rock, and break every soul. The air smelled faintly of disinfectant, adding to the already sterile ambience. Even the floor was white-painted concrete. The soles of Nat's dress shoes clopped loudly on it, echoing far down the hall.
Most of the cells on either side were empty. Only the truly monstrous, the ones who couldn't coexist with living things, ended up in the maximum-security wing, and those types were rare. But even the worst sort of scum—serial killers, rapists, and t
