“I don’t know how much longer you’re going to get our support,” Sam says from across the table but I just nod. “Yusef,” he tries again, and when the dark-haired girl looks away, I give him my attention.

“We’ve been planning this for two years, Sam. I’m not stopping until it’s finished.”

“I can’t give you much more time.”

Glancing around the room, I clock the prisoners and who is getting a visitor. Every time I make a scan, my eyes go back to her. Phoenix Arizona. ...