“Inmate V136482 at front,” the corrections officer yelled
towards the back. The team stood in the receiving room of the Greensville
Correctional Unit near Jarratt, Virginia awaiting the arrival of Juan Vargas.
They were lead into an interrogation room surrounded by seven inches of concrete
and steel bars as the inmate was placed into a seat in front of Brett and
cuffed to chains screwed into the floor.
“Who da hell are you?” Vargas growled as he took in the
faces of Brett, Victor and Dustin.
