"I apologize for officer Dahking. He won't bother you any longer." She said to me. "We are taking you to central prison to hold you."
I had no time to contemplate her use of the word prison before I was whisked out of the room and down a long hall to an elevator. I wondered if Ken was behind any of the doors or he'd been taken to prison as well.
We rode the elevator down six floors and came to a security door. The woman punched some numbers on the lock pad and the heavy door swung inward. The first thing I noticed was how clean the place was. I had half expected a dirt yard and bamboo cages.
The prison looked like any American prison. Concrete walkways led to steel-doored cells with small windows. All I could see was the cells on this floor.
The next thing that struck me was the aroma
