Back in his cell Clint thought about the things he could have done differently. But there was no point in that, because here he sat, dead sure that, at some point in time, they’d try to kill him. Why else would they have put him in here?
He’d been there a full week and still had not seen the warden. He was starting to wonder if the man even knew he was there. The word had passed through the prisoner population, but did that mean the warden had heard it as well? Not necessarily.
He didn’t even know the warden’s name. The middle-aged guard with the bulging belly was named Rocco—or “Rock”—and he seemed to have been assigned as Clint’s personal guard. In on the frame-up? Maybe not. If he were, he could have killed Clint very easily, anytime.
Rock appeared at the bars and stared in at Clint.
“Don’t get used to any special treatment, Adams,” he said.
Clint laughed. “What special treatment are we talking about?”
Now Rock laughed roughly. “I know Ace and Danny took you to see one of the girls. I don’t know what you did to deserve that.”
“That wasn’t so special,” Clint said. “I wasn’t even allowed into her cell.”
Now Rock cackled.
“That’s about what you deserved.”
He walked away, laughing and shaking his head.
* * *
Warden Gordon Scott—“Warden Gordon” they all called him—sat back in his chair while the girl undid his trousers and pulled out his flaccid member. Ingrid Simpson was one of the three female prisoners in Yuma at the moment. She was serving six years for stealing some merchandise from a store, then injuring a clerk when he tried to stop her from leaving.
As she worked his penis with her hands, it began to swell. He knew she didn’t mind coming to him for this. It was the only time she had sex in the prison that wasn’t actually forcible rape. And she didn’t care how long it took him to finish. It just meant she was out of her cell longer, and away from the other guards.
Finally, she had him hard enough to take into her mouth. He closed his eyes and let his head fall back as she sucked him. He sat that way, without making a sound, until she sucked his orgasm from him. Then she released his penis, and settled back on her haunches.
He opened his eyes and looked at her. She was a pretty little thing, about twenty-five. She stared up at him with wide eyes, hoping she had pleased him.
“Very good, Ingrid,” he said, and she smiled. “I’ll have them take you back to your cell now.”
“Must I?” she asked meekly. “Must I go back now, sir?”
“They’d be taking you to the mess for supper, wouldn’t they?”
She nodded.
“Don’t you like the food?” he asked. “It’s better than what the general population gets.”
“Yes,” she said, “yes, it’s fine.”
“All right,” he said. “You can stay in your cell tonight, and I’ll have them bring you something nice.”
“But . . . the other girls . . .”
“The other girls didn’t suck my peter, did they, Ingrid?” he asked.
“N-No, sir.”
“All right, then,” he said. “You can go.”
“Yes, sir.”
She got to her feet. Her slender frame was almost lost inside her clothes. Warden Gordon had never seen her naked. Maybe next time.
He watched as she went out the door, closing it softly behind her. Then he stood up, turned, and stared out his window. Below him was the yard. The prisoners were milling about down there. Occasionally one of them would look up at his window. He knew there were prisoners he never saw in the yard, but he didn’t know who they were, or why they were inside. They were not part of the ongoing operations of Yuma Prison. But he also knew there as someone special within the walls, possibly for the past week. He didn’t like not knowing who it was.
He knew there were things the prisoners knew that he didn’t. He didn’t like it, but he didn’t have much choice. His masters were playing their games, and while he liked to think of himself as the king of this particular chessboard, the truth was he was little more than a knight. But at least he wasn’t a pawn.
He turned away from the window and buttoned up his trousers, then walked to the door and stepped through it.
“Eddie,” he said to his deputy.
“Yes, sir.”
“See that Ingrid gets a steak brought to her cell. All the trimmings.”
“Yes, sir.”
“And I’ll have two in my office.”
“Two?”
“Yes,” the warden said. “Two. And have Angus Fowler brought to my office just after the steaks.”
“Yes, sir.”
He went back into his office.