Adam jumped as a door was unlocked. The door opened
slowly, and a young white guard stepped into the inmates’ side.
Behind him, in a bright red cotton jumpsuit, was Sam Cayhall.
He frowned, looking hard at the screen, until his eyes landed on
Adam. “Who are you?” he spat. The guard led him across to a
spot directly across from the lawyer and sat him in a chair. Sam
stared at Adam as the guard departed.