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herded the inmates against the walls. Dick threw the first mattress on the floor. Edward upended the next. They riffled through scant personal belongings, invading the woman’s privacy as easily as they’d raped them.
    Family photos lay on the floor. In the frenzy, both men stepped on the pictures. Pink and purple toothbrushes, paperbacks, greeting cards, letters, and rosaries received the same brutal treatment.
    Chase behaved less monstrously but had to put on a believable act.
    Dick slapped his arm. “Edward and I will take the fourth row. You do the second one.”
    They wanted the new guy to find the contraband. Clever. That way, no one could claim Dick planted it.
    Would he be surprised at what was about to come down. In time. Chase wanted Dick to wait and worry like the inmates had to.
    Thoroughly, Chase checked bunks.
    Dick stormed to him. “What the fuck? You’re not a maid at Holiday Inn. We don’t have all day.”
    “I only have three more to go through.”
    “I’ll get this one. You do the next.” He pointed at Perkaski’s bunk. “Make it quick.”
    Chase got into the spirit, tossing, shaking, tearing through stuff. Finished, he tackled the next bunk.
    “Hey.” Dick put out his hand. “Give it to me.”
    Chase played dumb. “What?”
    “What you found.”
    “I didn’t. Nothing’s there.”
    Dick’s mouth sagged open. He tore through Natalie’s things then fell to his knees and searched beneath her bunk. His face got even uglier. “You must have kicked it aside.”
    “What?” Chase made a show of regarding the mess. “Nothing here except regular stuff.”
    Dick stood and glared at Natalie.
    She cowered against the wall, her face deathly white.
    “Clean this shit up.” He stormed from the dormitory.
    Edward followed close behind.
    An older inmate sank to her knees, photos pressed to her chest, tears streaming down her face. The younger ones swore. Women called each other’s names and tossed items to their rightful owners.
    Knowing the best defense was an offense, Chase returned to the bubble, his attitude murderous and directed at Dick. “Nice hunt. Was that a fucking training session for the new guy, or did you plan to make me look bad to the inmates?” He hit the counter.
    Dick started. “It was supposed to be there, all right?”
    “’Fraid not.” Chase got in his face. “What was supposed to be there? Who told you about it?”
    Edward joined them. “Our source is good.”
    “For who?” Chase turned on him. “I haven’t heard her name yet. How convenient since she doesn’t exist.” He faced Dick. “You shouldn’t have screwed with me.” He advanced.
    Dick retreated and bumped into the counter behind him. “I didn’t. I haven’t.” He held up his hands. “It was there.”
    “Then I need to talk to your source who either lied or took it away.” Chase smacked his baton against his palm. “Looks like someone needs a little discipline. Who. Is. She?”
    “I’ll take care of it—her, I swear.” Dick’s smile wobbled. “Go on and have a good night with Hallie.” He chuckled weakly. “I kidded her about her new glasses. They look great. Hope she didn’t misunderstand my joking.”
    Chase couldn’t wait to hear what had come out of Dick’s vile mouth. “Don’t you mean you hope I don’t misunderstand?”
    “Absolutely. She’s the best. I want you to know that.” He patted Chase’s shoulder. “Edward and I will handle the problem here. Won’t happen again, I swear.”
    “See that it doesn’t.”
    He clocked out, left, and called Hallie on his cell. “Hey.”
    “Are you still in the building?”
    “Heading for my locker now. Come to my place tonight, okay? I have a ton of movies we can watch.” Code for what they and Jacqui had recorded. “On the way home, I’ll get pizza, or Chinse, or whatever you like.”
    “Pizza’s good. Unless you want Mexican.”
    “Not tonight. What toppings on the pizza?””
    “As long as it has cheese and meat,