“No such place as death row. We’ve got lots o f them in the
Maximum Security Unit, that’s MSU for short, but you won’t
find no death row here.”
“OK.”
“Name?” she said.
“Adam Hall.”
“And your client?”
“Sam Cayhall.” She seemed unimpressed, and after a few more
questions sent him on his way. Small buildings and trees on each
side of the main prison road made this more like a pleasant street
in a small town than a prison with 5,000 inmates. An arrow on a
road sign pointed left to the Maximum Security Unit. A dirt road
led quickly to some 12-foot high fencing. The unit was a singlestory
flat roof building o f red brick.