Pauly waved him over. “I wanna talk to you.”

Captain huffed, then stalked over to the table of bandana-wearing inmates.

“I’m not the only one that smuggles contraband into prison.” Sebastian mumbled.

Pauly gestured Captain closer, then whispered something in his ear. Rory went to stand, but Sebastian grabbed his arm and pulled him down.

“No.”

“I can’t just let him destroy himself.”

“He’s a big boy, his own man, you have to let him make his own mistakes. Sit down.”

Rory tugged against Sebastian’s hold, but Sebastian didn’t give up his grip on his arm. Captain walked further away with Pauly at his side, then they both vanished into Pauly’s cell.

“Leave it,” Sebastian said firmly.

Rory sunk back down. “I didn’t think this would be so hard.”

“What, being in prison? Didn’t they tell you, it’s a barrel of laughs.”

Einstein gathered the pieces and Sebastian prepared the board.

“I don’t want to play.” Rory whispered.

“You have to,” Sebastian said, pointing to Rory’s pieces. “Play the game.”

Chapter Twelve

Hamish clicked his fingers in front of Rory’s face. “Earth to Rory…”

“Sorry what?”

“You’ve barely said anything today.”

Rory glanced at Hamish, then Morris. “I’ve got a lot on my mind.”

“Well, get rid of it,” Morris scoffed. “There’s only one thing that should be on your mind, and that should be taking down Sebastian Claw.”

Rory bobbed his head. “I heard him on the phone. Some guy called Watson. He told him to put it all in his storage depot, wait till he was out.”

“Any idea what he was referencing?” Hamish asked.

“No, not a clue.”

“We’ll put Owen Watson under surveillance.”

“Owen Watson?”

Morris nodded. “Before Sebastian went inside, they worked together. He was one of Sebastian’s crew.”

“Another scumbag that makes money out of death and destruction,” Hamish muttered.

“Do you have anything else for us, anything at all?”

Rory picked his nails. “There’s a gang forming in the prison.”

“A gang? Sebastian’s getting a gang together?” Hamish asked.

“No, against Sebastian. It’s growing in numbers. I don’t know what they’re planning, but I know it’s not good.”

“Good?” Morris laughed, “Surely it’s bloody great. Maybe this gang will sort out Sebastian before he has a chance to step out the gate.”

“I don’t want him dead.” Rory spat.

“It’ll solve all our problems.”

Hamish sighed. “I actually agree with Rory. I don’t want Sebastian Claw to die. I want him to take ten paces out of this prison, then get arrested by me, and taken straight to the station. Whatever happens once he goes back inside, that’s not my problem.”

Rory tapped his finger on the table, and opened his mouth to speak, but the words didn’t come out.

“What is it?” Hamish asked.

“I can’t stay in here much longer.”