Scotty followed his father into a cell. He looked around, surprised at how small it was. But it was clean. There were two bunks, a sink a toilet and a ledge that served as a desk. Lining one wall were two sets of shelves and they were crammed with the men's belonging; everything from books, papers, magazines, toilet paper and cooking spices.

"Have a seat." Juan Carlos gestured to a bunk. "That's where I sleep, so it's okay."

Scotty was close to telling him no but ...