PHIL

People often say that when an enemy becomes your savior, run for your life! But what if he's the only savior you've got?

Just as I had promised her, Jessica and I walked through the towering gates of Rikers Island, the infamous prison located on an island in New York City. She bore on her face a mix of trepidation and anticipation.

“Thank you, Phil,” she said to me.

“I have done nothing,” I said to her.

She must really mistake me for some savior. Someone needs to tell her that I'm a businessman, one who only engages in a deal with profit as my priority.

We followed the...