Chapter 63

A man with an eyepatch on his left eye approached Chase where he was busy mopping the corridor floor. He bumped into him and pushed a piece of paper in his hand.

“The guard’s name’s Owens. There’s a trolley full of dirty sheets waiting at the end of the hall. Take it down to the loading bay. Give this note to Owens. He will help you.” He shoved Chase on the shoulder and walked away.

Chase almost dropped the mop in his hurry to get to the end of the long corridor, but he had to play it cool. He passed a bored guard who yawned long and loud.

“Hey, you!” the guard called out to Chase and his heart dropped to his stomach.

“Yes, officer?” Chase stopped in his tracks, mop in hand. He dared not look at the guard for fear he would see how nervous he was.

“Some lazy fucker left a trolley with dirty sheets there at the end. Hurry up and take it to the loading bay. They’re leaving soon.” He pointed at the abandoned trolley, “Bunch of fucking useless scum,” the guard mumbled.

“Right away, officer