“Tell me who authorized my transfer.”Victor Moretti stared through the thick glass separating him from the prison administrator. The man on the other side didn't answer immediately. He shuffled through a folder, checked something on his monitor, then looked back at Victor.“There is no transfer.”Victor's jaw tightened.“Then why was I told to pack?”“You weren't.”“I was.”“By whom?”“That,” Victor said quietly, “is what I'm trying to find out.”The administrator closed the folder.“Mr. Moretti, your schedule hasn't changed. You have no approved transfer request.”Victor stared at him for several seconds. Something was wrong, he could feel it. For three weeks, prison had reduced his life to a collection of routines he couldn't control. Wake before sunrise, head count, breakfast, work assignment, count again, lunch, recreation, legal appointments, dinner back to count, and then lights out.The first week had been the hardest. Victor had spent years giving orders and watching people s
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