Just as Dean was utterly bored and waiting for news from Barton, a grim-looking man arrived at the prison warden's office. "Rem," the man said, "I had thought that after the holiday, I would receive an email notification of a prisoner's death, but the result has disappointed me."
If Dean were here, he would recognize this man. He was the captain of the anti-drug squad, the very one who had led the team that arrested Dean and thrown him into prison.
Surrounded by smoke, a greasy fat man shook the cigar in his hand and chuckled as he looked at the man who had barged into his office. "Galod, surely such a minor character isn't worth you coming here personally, is he?"
"But this minor character is still very much alive," Galod retorted.
