Theo needed to buy a guard.

It was a pretty safe bet that an insider had helped Isaac Reems escape. Somebody – namely, a guard – had looked the other way when Isaac climbed out of a second-story window and lowered himself to the yard with a rope made from bedsheets. Part of Theo's "protection" arrangement with Andie Henning and the FBI was to work undercover and find the insider. Theo would honor the deal, but finding a corrupt corrections officer wasn't his main objective. He was more interested in finding out who had killed his mother, who had put a bullet in Isaac's head, and – most important – who had taken a shot at him. He'd be that much closer to answering those questions if he could figure out who had bribed the guard to spring Isaac loose. To do that, he first needed to learn which guards were for sale.

"Your buddy Isaac didn't get too far, did he?"

Theo was alone in his cell when he heard the guard's voice. He turned and saw MacDonald standing in the open doorway. They called him Old MacDonald, because he was the youngest guard on the cell block. He'd been a high-school football star, and he still carried himself with the cockiness of a teenage jock. He was showing signs of going soft around the middle, but his arms and shoulders were enormous. Save for the slight limp from a career-ending knee injury, he looked like he could have gone on to play college ball. Instead, he was a prison guard.

"Say what, dude?" said Theo.

MacDonald stepped inside, serious attitude in his swagger. He stopped about a foot away from Theo, getting right in his face. "None of this 'Say-what-dude' disrespect. Its 'Excuse me, sir"'

Theo was expressionless. "Say what, dude?"

The stare-down lasted a moment longer, and then MacDonald backed away. He checked the stack of magazines on Theo's bunk, the photograph of Trina taped to the wall. "Who's this?"

In prison, personal information was power, and Theo knew better than to give it out freely. "My grandmother."

"Pretty hot granny."

"She takes vitamins."

"Quite the wiseguy, huh? Maybe I'll stick you in a cell with a real wiseguy. See how you like sucking Italian dick."

"There ain't no Mafia in here."

"How do you know, chump?"

Theo couldn't tell him that he knew more about his fellow inmates than the guards did. Only Andie and her boss at the FBI, the state attorney, the director of the Department of Corrections, and the TGK warden were privy to the special arrangement that had gotten him arrested on sham charges and landed him in Isaac's old bunk pending a trial that would never happen. To everyone else, he was just a regular inmate.

"'Cause I don't smell any garlic."

MacDonald smiled insincerely, then got his ugly face right up in Theo's. "Listen to me, boy. I know Reems was your old buddy. I know you're in here because you helped him after he got on the outside."

"Me and my lawyer say I didn't do it."

He threw a forearm to Theo's throat and pushed him back against the wall. "I don't care what you or your lawyer says. Nobody cares."

Theo wanted to clock him, but he couldn't do his job from solitary confinement.

MacDonald said, "Do you think I enjoy coming to work every day and babysitting scum like you? I had a good record here. I was up for promotion. Then your friend Isaac busts out and makes us all look like Keystone cops. I'm pissed about that. You understand what I'm saying, Knight? I'm pissed'' he said, thumping Theo's chest for emphasis.

The anger was all over MacDonald's face, but he didn't take that proverbial one step too many – he didn't say "I'm pissed, and I'm going to make you pay for it."

He ripped the photo of Trina off the wall, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it at Theo as he left.

Theo picked it up, flattened out the creases, and put it right back on the wall.

"MacDonald's an asshole," said Moses, as he entered Theo's cell.

Theo said, "You heard?"

"It ain't like I had my ear to the wall, dude. I'm just a couple cells away."

"It's cool," said Theo.

Moses leaned against the wall. "So, you and Isaac go back a ways?"

"Long, long ways," said Theo. "Before I was on death row."

"Isaac was cool in my book," said Moses.

"That so?"

"Yeah. It's a pretty short book, too."

"I'm sure he was honored."

Moses smiled, seeming to like Theo's sense of humor. He started out of the cell. "Walk with me."

"Where to?"

"I got a date. Come see."

Theo followed him out onto the cell block. Free time and recreation lasted until shower time at 8:00 p.m., so the block was abuzz with inmates who were watching television, playing dominoes, waiting in line to use the telephone, shooting the breeze, or just wandering around and trying to shake off the boredom. Theo followed Moses past the bank of telephones and up the stairwell that led to the laundry room and infirmary Moses took a seat on the third step from the top and peered through the bars that covered the stairwell's only window.

"Right on time," he said. "Have a look."

Theo went to the window and sat one step below Moses. In the distance, beyond a nine-foot-high chain-link fence that encircled the yard, a woman with long brown hair stood beside a car that was parked on the shoulder of the road. She was wearing a long yellow raincoat, even though the sun was setting on a clear and warm evening, not a rain cloud in sight. She unbuttoned the coat, grabbed the lapels, swung open the left: side, closed it, swung open the right side, closed it. She continued teasing in this fashion, and it was obvious even from a distance that she was naked underneath her coat, top and bottom, her tan lines highlighting the points of interest. She moved like an exotic dancer to spice things up, bending over and grabbing her ankles every now and then to tempt them with her ass. The show went on for several minutes before she spotted a vehicle approaching, jumped in her car, and drove off.

"Whoa," said Theo. "Who was that?"

"My grandmother," he said. "She takes vitamins."

They shared a little laugh and knocked fists together.

Theo didn't want to move too quickly on Moses, and he definitely didn't want to come across as too hungry for information about Isaac's escape. An indirect approach would test the waters. "Hey, man. How's a guy go about gettin' tits in here?"

He wasn't talking about what they'd just watched; "tits" was code for drugs in prison.

"What kind of tits you like?" said Moses.

"White tits. Fine white tits. Tits so fine and white you can breathe them up your nose, taste them in the back of your throat, and feel them go straight to your head."

"No problem," said Moses. "Just gotta know who to ask."

"I don't think I'll waste my time asking MacDonald."

"You don't go wasting your time on nobody."

"For tits, you mean?"

"For everything. You go through me."

"Thanks, dude. But I don't need you for everything. Just certain things."

"You're not listening to me, brotha'. For anything and everything. You go through me."

It wasn't an offer. It was an order.

"So, you got yourself the TGK exclusive?" said Theo.

"You learn quick."

Theo nodded. He could have pressed for specifics beyond drugs, but he sensed that he'd already pushed far enough for one sitting.

Moses rose and leaned against the stair rail, looking down at Theo from the higher step. "I like you, Knight. You and me can be cool. But don't even think about muscling in or going around me. 'Cause I'll beat the black right off you."

For the sake of his undercover mission, Theo forced himself not to respond in any way. He simply swallowed what he was feeling and let Moses walk down the stairs and return to the cell block, unharmed and alone.