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here?”
    “Thought you could probably use a familiar face right about now. You’ve been in here a week.” Grayson gave him a grin. “How’s it going?”
    Camden shrugged as he studied his friend through the Plexiglas. Being here was beginning to take its toll, but it wasn’t anything he wanted to discuss.
    “Will you be out soon?”
    Camden gave him a half smile. “Parole hearing’s the week after next.”
    “And the job in the gym’s going well?”
    “It is.”
    Grayson nodded in understanding.
    “It’s strange being here,” Camden said. “Really makes you think, you know?” As a worried look crossed his friend’s face, he shook his head. “Listen, everything’s fine, I promise. So, what’s going on with you? Do you have a new assignment yet?”
    “Still waiting. We’re keeping an eye on something, though.”
    “At least you’re not having to travel now.”
    “Yeah, it’s been nice. Miss your company at the bar, though.”
    Camden laughed. “As if you ever have a problem finding company there.”
    Grayson grinned. “I could say the same for you. So, is there anything you can use in here?”
    Camden shook his head. “I’ve got everything I need.”
    The bell rang a few minutes later, signaling the end of visitation. Camden said good-bye to his friend and left the unit with a guard, trying not to cringe as the door clanged shut behind them.
    He sighed. If he never heard that sound again, he’d die a happy man. He’d never thought of himself as claustrophobic, but now he couldn’t help but mentally measure the size of every room he entered. Luckily, there were only a couple of weeks left of this.
    As they entered the cell block, the guard pointed to a clock on the wall. “Want to finish your yard time?”
    “Sure.” With fifteen minutes left, he might still be able to speak to Phillips. It was a Sunday, so they hadn’t worked together in the gym.
    The heated tones of an argument became audible when Camden stepped into the yard. He spotted Brian exchanging words with Declan and ran toward them.
    Just before Brian could throw a punch at the beefy inmate, Camden grabbed him. He held tightly as Brian swung again.
    “Get the fuck off me!”
    “Not until you calm down.”
    “What’s going on here?” a guard demanded as he hurried over.
    Camden glanced at the guard as he let go of Brian. “It’s nothing. Just a disagreement.”
    “This better not happen again. You hear me?”
    Brian and Declan each gave the guard a tight nod.
    As the guard walked away, shaking his head, Declan glared at Brian.
    “You both need to get past this,” Camden said.
    Declan didn’t acknowledge the statement. He spat on the ground in front of Brian and then stalked away.
    As he watched Declan’s retreat, Brian swiped a hand across his face. “Maybe now he’ll think twice before coming after me.”
    Camden stared at him. “You started that? Do you have a death wish or something?”
    Brian cast a harsh gaze at Camden. “What the fuck do you care?” he spat out before he stormed away.

CHAPTER 8
    Newburgh, New York
    Autumn blinked her eyes open. It was a few seconds before she remembered why Butch wasn’t in bed beside her. Then it all flooded back—including the fact that Butch would be home soon—and a familiar tightening began inside her head.
    It never failed. Having Butch out of the house was like a vacation for the first few hours. Then as his anticipated return approached, the band inside her head would tighten, reminding her of the hell she lived in—the walking on eggshells and the violence that was as much a guarantee as the change of seasons.
    She rubbed at her temples, trying to keep the pain at bay. She gave up soon after. Throwing back the covers, she got out of bed with a sigh. It was time to get the day started.
    • • •
    Hours later, Autumn sat riveted as she watched the news. The woman being interviewed was sitting in the dark. Her voice was disguised but her message was coming