The Kingmaker
Chapter One
THE PRISONER WAS LED THROUGH THE DOORWAY BY A PAIR of burly MPs, who shoved him
into a chair and immediately began shackling his handcuffs to the table. The
table was bolted to the floor, which was bolted to the prison, and so on.
"Guys ... no need for that," I politely insisted. And was coldly ignored.
"Look, it's ridiculous," I said, with a touch more indignation. "How's he going
to break out of here, much less walk two inches from this prison without being
instantly recognized?" I was blowing hot air, actually to impress the prisoner
more than the guards. I'm a lawyer. I'm not above such things.
The MP sergeant stuffed the shackle key in his pocket and replied, "Don't give
the prisoner nothing. No pens, no pencils, no sharp objects. Knock when you're
done."
He stared at me longer than necessary-a gesture me ... read full excerpt from The Kingmaker ebook
