Twenty oneBreakout
Vinnie Winters sat slumped in the swivel chair behind the large desk, half asleep, wrapped in a thick blanket. Across the room, in the tiny cell, the young Lieutenant snored. Outside, nothing stirred, an occasional dog barking from far away. Shifting position, trying to get comfortable, Vinnie silently cursed Fergusson for not choosing him to go across country to intercept the train with the others. He longed for adventure, something to break the monotony of a drab, dull life. Anything to bring change.
A sudden gust of wind caused the door to rattle, the sound of grit trailing across the wooden slats outside on the boardwalk strangely eerie in the stillness. Vinnie, numb with cold, pulled up his collar. He thought he should try and light the little stove in the far cor
