“Horryn, you have a visitor.”

Leal’s head raised at the mention of her surname. She glanced at the other women with her on her new cell while she waited for the trial and timidly walked to the bars.

“Someone’s got an outsider,” snickered one of the muscled and tattooed women. The sleeves of her inmate uniform were ripped, she introduced herself yesterday as Big Rory.

“It’s either because of the face or because of the body,” snorted another who looked like Big Rory’s minion. ...