“They’re slipping,” Nia whispered finally. “Too confident.” Nyla nodded. “You see that camera?” “Just a dummy,” Nia replied. “No red light.
No recordings,” Nyla confirmed. “Convenient for them, but that cuts both ways.” She shifted on the bunk, thinking ahead. “They can’t prove what we do either.” Night dragged on, marked by occasional checks from continue reading …
