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"
Yeah
?
Well
,
all
I
know
is
,
you
f
*
*
king
spook
me
.
"
Wilson
had
sandy
blond
hair
and
a
sandy
blond
face
and
a
sandy
blond
smile
.
"
You
leaving
us
soon
.
"
"
Hope
so
,
sir
.
"
They
walked
through
a
couple
of
checkpoints
.
Wilson
showed
his
ID
each
time
.
Up
a
set
of
stairs
,
and
they
were
standing
outside
the
prison
warden
’
s
office
.
It
had
the
prison
warden
’
s
name
-
G
.
Patterson
-
on
the
door
in
black
letters
,
and
beside
the
door
,
a
miniature
traffic
light
.
The
top
light
burned
red
.
Wilson
pressed
a
button
below
the
traffic
light
.
They
stood
there
in
silence
for
a
couple
of
minutes
.
Shadow
tried
to
tell
himself
that
everything
was
all
right
,
that
on
Friday
morning
he
’
d
be
on
the
plane
up
to
Eagle
Point
,
but
he
did
not
believe
it
himself
.
The
red
light
went
out
and
the
green
light
went
on
,
and
Wilson
opened
the
door
.
They
went
inside
.
Shadow
had
seen
the
warden
a
handful
of
times
in
the
last
three
years
.
Once
he
had
been
showing
a
politician
around
.
Once
,
during
a
lockdown
,
the
warden
had
spoken
to
them
in
groups
of
a
hundred
,
telling
them
that
the
prison
was
overcrowded
,
and
that
,
since
it
would
remain
overcrowded
,
they
had
better
get
used
to
it
.
Up
close
,
Patterson
looked
worse
.
His
face
was
oblong
,
with
gray
hair
cut
into
a
military
bristle
cut
.
He
smelled
of
Old
Spice
.
Behind
him
was
a
shelf
of
books
,
each
with
the
word
Prison
in
the
title
;
his
desk
was
perfectly
clean
,
empty
but
for
a
telephone
and
a
tear
-
off
-
the
-
pages
Far
Side
calendar
.
He
had
a
hearing
aid
in
his
right
ear
.
