A gun was  in my hand as I entered the subterranean prison corridor, Jose leading the way to the high-security cell where we held Taylor captive.

I gulped the remaining liquor straight from the bottle as we finally arrived at the deep-level holding area reserved for top-tier enemies like him. The prison block was sweltering, hot as an oven, to say nothing of the specialized chair where we had him pinned.

Beads of sweat formed thick on Taylor's forehead, making him look like he might faint at any moment. His eyes were glassy, struggling to focus on anything in particular, his gaze drifting aimlessly as if he couldn't hold it...