Chapter Six
Rough waters
Less than an hour later, Sausony lay strapped to an examination table in a white tiled room, which half a century ago had been painted institutional greenthat paint now dingy and faded. The entire décor lent a seedy and miserable atmosphere to the proceedings, reminiscent of back alley doctors performing abortions by flashlight in makeshift basement exam rooms. But this was no makeshift facility. It had been the infirmary for a small county prison, which closed down over twenty years before. What was left and kept in good repair provided the town with a secure detention block for its small needs, not to mention plenty of interesting venues for the unusual inmate/jailer sessions that took place those long boring nights. Although the paint had aged and a few of th
