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"
Oh
God
,
no
!
"
he
shouted
.
"
Not
again
!
"
He
sat
on
the
floor
,
staring
dully
into
space
.
Then
he
saw
cockroaches
in
the
corner
and
his
expression
blanked
and
changed
.
Crossing
his
legs
,
he
hunched
up
close
,
his
chin
cupped
in
his
hands
,
and
smiled
childishly
as
he
studied
them
running
in
circles
.
Milligan
was
awake
a
few
hours
later
when
they
came
to
transfer
him
.
He
was
handcuffed
to
a
huge
black
man
in
a
line
of
prisoners
,
which
was
led
out
of
the
lobby
,
down
the
stairs
and
out
the
back
door
to
the
parking
area
.
They
marched
to
the
van
bound
for
the
Franklin
County
Jail
.
The
van
drove
to
the
center
of
the
Columbus
shopping
area
,
to
a
futuristic
fortress
in
the
heart
of
the
city
.
Its
concrete
walls
jutted
up
two
stories
at
an
inward
slope
,
massive
and
window
-
less
.
Above
the
second
story
,
it
loomed
upward
as
a
modem
office
building
.
The
patio
of
the
Franklin
County
Jail
was
presided
over
by
a
statue
of
Benjamin
Franklin
.
The
van
turned
into
an
alleyway
behind
the
jail
and
paused
in
front
of
the
corrugated
-
steel
garage
door
.
From
this
angle
,
the
jail
stood
in
the
shadow
of
the
taller
building
it
was
attached
to
—
the
Franklin
County
Hall
of
Justice
.
The
steel
door
cranked
upward
.
The
van
drove
in
and
the
door
came
down
behind
it
.
The
handcuffed
prisoners
were
led
out
of
the
van
into
the
sally
port
,
the
area
between
the
two
steel
drop
doors
beside
the
prison
—
that
is
,
all
except
one
.
Milligan
had
slipped
out
of
the
handcuffs
and
was
still
in
the
van
.
"
Get
down
outta
there
,
Milligan
!
"
the
officer
shouted
.
"
You
goddamned
sonofabitchin
’
rapist
.
What
do
you
think
is
going
on
here
?
"
The
black
man
to
whom
Milligan
had
been
manacled
said
,
"
I
didn
’
t
have
nothin
’
to
do
with
it
.
I
swears
to
God
he
just
flipped
’
em
off
.
"
The
jail
door
hissed
open
,
and
the
six
prisoners
were
herded
into
the
passageway
between
the
outer
door
and
the
barred
area
.
Through
the
bars
they
could
see
the
control
center
—
TV
monitors
,
computer
terminals
and
dozens
of
officers
,
men
and
women
in
gray
trousers
or
skirts
and
black
shirts
.
When
the
outer
door
closed
behind
them
,
the
inner
barred
gate
opened
and
they
were
led
inside
.
The
lobby
was
filled
with
black
shirts
moving
around
and
the
sound
of
computer
terminal
typewriters
.
At
the
entranceway
,
a
woman
officer
held
up
a
manila
envelope
.
"
Valuables
,
"
she
said
.
"
Rings
,
watches
,
jewelry
,
wallet
.
"
When
Milligan
emptied
his
pockets
,
she
took
his
jacket
,
searching
the
lining
before
turning
it
over
to
the
property
room
officer
.
