“You gotta move.” M. Cadiz stood at his shoulder, Taser out and ready to fire. “Now.”

Jasper knew he might get tased, but he couldn’t leave quite yet. He held up his hand. “Hang on. Please.”

“Please? You’re saying please to me? You tried to spit in my eye yesterday. Hell, no. You’re not going to get one extra second.”

Ignoring his response, Jasper quickly typed: “Terry Lovett” into the search bar. He hoped the autopsy had been completed and the cause of death had been firmly established. Otherwise, he’d have to wait for more information on that, too.

Chances were Lovett’s death had nothing to do with Bishop, but this incident was the only thing pertaining to Beacon Point that was at all recent, so Jasper wasn’t going to rule it out until he knew for sure that he should. If Bishop had escaped Beacon Point, he’d have to do it some way and there would be ripples, small evidences that something was up.

“Get off the computer, or I’ll zap you,” Officer Cadiz said. “Consider this your only warning.”

Jasper glanced up at him. He couldn’t go back to his cell right now. He’d just spotted a link that indicated the autopsy had been finished, which spoke volumes in and of itself. Generally, autopsies could take days, sometimes weeks, depending on the backlog. The authorities had to be worried about something for it to have been done within two days.

“Inmate Moore?” Cadiz prodded.

“Quit being an asshole,” Jasper growled.

His response shocked Cadiz enough that he gaped at him instead of pulling the trigger. The guards here at Hanover House didn’t like to pick fights. They were dealing with hardened criminals, knew they lacked the same killer instinct and wouldn’t come out on top if they went too hard on the more determined inmates, and they understood Jasper was one of those.

Cadiz’s hesitancy gave Jasper enough time to click the link and scan the article.

Jasper came to his feet just as Officer Cadiz had worked up the courage to act on his threat. He yelled, “Taser, Taser, Taser!” and fired.

There was a clicking sound as the hooks hit him and fifty thousand volts of electricity locked up his body. He couldn’t move a single muscle and would’ve fallen if Officer McKim hadn’t responded to what was happening from the other side of the room and hurried over to catch him.

The intense, biting pain infuriated Jasper. But he had what he wanted. Terry Lovett hadn’t committed suicide. He’d been killed by a knife to the chest.

As soon as the clicking stopped, so did the pain. Jasper’s muscles felt stiff, as though he’d been through an exhausting workout, but he could move again. He proved that by flipping off Cadiz.

“What, you didn’t get enough?” Cadiz cried. “How about another shot?”

“You made your point,” McKim warned, his voice a low rumble. “You’ve already shown him who’s in charge. Don’t get carried away.”

Gritting his teeth as they dragged him to his cell, Jasper swore under his breath that he’d find a way to get even. He never forgot an insult or injury. But he couldn’t retaliate now, so he remained focused on his original goal. Had those extra few seconds on the computer been worth it? Did what he’d found mean anything?