Adam stepped unsteadily from his car and stared at the
building. He looked up to the watchtower. A gate slid open a few
feet so he could enter, then closed behind him. A second gate
opened. As Adam went through, a huge guard with a thick neck
and arms as big as Adam’s legs approached.
He held out an enormous black hand and said, “Sergeant
Packer.” Adam shook the hand. “Adam Hall.”
“Here to see Sam.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Your first visit?” They walked toward the building.
“Yeah. Are all death row inmates here?”
“Yes, all forty-seven.” They were at the door. “I have to search
you.