ALICE'S POVThey took her down to the holding level before dawn. I was at the top of the stairs by half past seven, asking to be let down.Sentenced prisoners go below. Supervised ones stay in the upper floor. Nobody had to tell me that.Two flights down, the air changed on the second one — colder, with that flat mineral smell buildings get underground, and under it, something worse coming up out of the drain in the middle of the passage floor.Six doors. Five stood open on empty rooms, mattresses stripped bare.Two warriors stood at the sixth. One straightened when he saw me."Doctor.""I'm here to see Lisa Scott."He looked at the other one, then got out his keys and let me through the gate into the short stretch of passage in front of her door."If she comes at the bars, step back." He said it flat, like a man giving directions. "They'll hold. Her arm is longer than it looks.""Thank you."I'd been afraid of her once. Five weeks of it. Not anymore.Lisa sat on the cot with her back
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