Chapter 99

I entered the prison cafeteria, my senses on high alert, aware of the potential dangers that lurked in every corner. The clamor of voices filled the air, mingling with the clinking of trays and the shuffling of feet. I scanned the room, searching for a familiar face, a friendly presence amidst the sea of hardened criminals.

As I approached a vacant table, I felt the weight of hostile gazes upon me. The air grew heavy with tension, and a knot formed in the pit of my stomach. Suddenly, Emma Memphis and his cronies materialized before me, their sneers cutting through the din of the cafeteria.

“Well, well, well, look who it is,” Emma jeered, his voice dripping with condescension. “The mighty FBI agent, brought down to his knees. What a sight to behold.”

His companions cackled, reveling in the spectacle of my humiliation. They towered over me, their intimidating presence leaving little room for resistance. Emma’s gaze fixated on the tray in my hands, the meager sustenan