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in some ink too?”
    “Nope.”
    The bell rang a little while later, signaling the end of breakfast. Camden and Brian stood and carried their trays toward the trash cans.
    “Know where you’re going?” Brian asked as they left the dining hall.
    “Yeah, I’m assigned to work in the gym. It’s this way, right?” He pointed down the hall.
    “Right.” Brian walked a few more feet before opening a door marked R ECEIVING . “Later.”
    When Camden walked inside the gym, Colton Phillips was nowhere to be seen. Camden had committed his booking photo to memory, but saw no one who looked remotely like him.
    An inmate who seemed to be in charge of the gym stepped forward and introduced himself as Gavin before explaining what Camden was supposed to do. The man moved to a weight bench and squirted disinfectant from the spray bottle he held.
    “Use this much.” He proceeded to wipe down the bench with a rag. The smell of bleach hung heavy in the air after he finished.
    Camden wrinkled his nose. “Powerful stuff.”
    “The guys aren’t happy about it either, believe me, but it’s gotta be done.”
    Camden accepted the rag and spray bottle and started on the next bench, wondering where Phillips might be. Had there been a mistake? Maybe Phillips didn’t work here after all. Wondering if he was wasting his time, he settled into a rhythm and decided to wait until the end of the day before alerting anyone.
    An hour later, he’d finished wiping down the gym’s equipment. After that, Gavin had him folding up towels and stacking them neatly on a shelf. It was only when Camden walked outside for yard time that he finally spotted Colton Phillips standing against a wall.
    A roar sounded in the distance, the distinctive rumble of a Harley as a guard came into work. Several inmates stopped to watch the bike roll past the fence surrounding the yard.
    Camden smiled to himself. He couldn’t have asked for a better lead-in. Rubbing his arms briskly, he tried to warm himself in the chilly air as he walked over to Phillips and leaned against the wall.
    “I miss my bike,” he said as the noise of the motorcycle cut off.
    “You ride?”
    “A Dyna.”
    “Me too.”
    “Got a restored Knucklehead too.”
    Phillips shot him an interested glance. “Did you restore it?”
    “Yeah.”
    “How long did that take?”
    “A couple of years.” Which was true. As a teen, he’d helped his father restore one.
    “Where’s it now?”
    “Had to leave it with a friend.”
    “You with a club?”
    Bingo.
    Camden shook his head. “No. Are you?”
    “I am.” The big man sighed. “When I’m not here, that is.”
    “I’m Cameron. Cam.”
    Phillips bumped his fist. “Colton. But the guys call me Slider.”
    “What are you in for?”
    “DUI,” Colton said.
    There was more to it than that, Camden knew. The man had killed a pedestrian while driving under the influence.
    “How about you?”
    “I got transferred here from Fayette. Overcrowding.”
    “What got you in in the first place?”
    “Drugs.”
    “Dealing?”
    When Camden shrugged, the other man snorted. “Hey, I get it. I mean, we’re all innocent, right? How long you got left on your sentence?”
    “Eighteen months, but I’ll be up for parole soon. You?”
    “Still got three years to serve.” The man stepped away from the wall with a sigh. “What job they got you doing?”
    “I’m in the gym.”
    “Yeah? I’m working there too.”
    “Didn’t see you there this morning.”
    Colton raised a hand to his cheek, wincing as he pressed it slightly. “Had a dentist appointment. The man’s a quack.”
    The conversation continued even as yard time ended.

CHAPTER 6
    Newburgh, New York
    Autumn sat on the sofa, watching the TV chef ricing potatoes as he demonstrated how to make gnocchi. Everything she knew about cooking she’d learned from this channel. It was the one station Butch never commented on her watching; most likely because he got something out of it.
    While she