They disinfected his cell once a week. He returned from the yard to find every crevice blasted clean, the floor puddled with bleach. The cleaning left a residue on the walls, so he took to writing in that alkaline dust, tracing letters with a burning fingertip, knowing his work would be scoured a...
A curved black mark appeared on Clarkâs cheek, as if the tip of the crowbar had been dipped in ink. It took a few seconds for the blood to start gushing. Then it came down off his chin, spattering the dusty boxcar floor in dark drops. Clark shrieked. He was too scared to be angry yet. He kept fin...