Sarah
When Sarah woke up the next morning, she cursed herself for not buying the pregnancy test. Her fear of being pulled over the previous day seemed silly now, compared to the panic of not knowing whether there was a baby growing inside her.
Nothing for it now, though. She wouldn't have another chance to get one until that evening, after her shift. She briefly contemplated buying one on the way into work and running the test in the bathroom, but she was too concerned about being watched. For all she knew, Gable could have the other guards spying on her, and they might find the results in the trash and use them against her somehow. She didn't know how, but she'd become accustomed to the idea that these people would find a way to use just about anything against her.
Besides, whatever the results were, she couldn't allow herself to be distracted by them today. Not when she was trying to formulate a plan. She had the beginning of an idea, but it would be extremely risky, and it could even open her up to additional threats to her well-being.
Still, she had to try. She had to do something. If she remained passive, and let bad things keep happening to her instead of going on the offensive, she knew she'd go insane.
She drove to River Oak and changed into her uniform in the locker room again. This time, she was careful to make sure she was alone, and she searched her locker for any more contraband that might have been planted there. She didn't find any.
Once she checked in for her shift at cell block G, Sarah went through her usual routine of ferrying inmates to and from the showers until all of them had had a chance to clean themselves. Then she casually stopped by Roberto Torres's cell, where he was playing checkers with his cellmate.
“Let's go, Torres. Dr. Spector wants to see you.”
Roberto raised an eyebrow. “Yeah? What for, bitch?”
Sarah let the epithet roll off her. She heard it at least a hundred times a day in here. “Something about your vaccination records. Come on.”
Roberto stood up, pointing a finger at his cellmate. “Don't even think of movin' the fuckin' pieces, maricon. I got 'em all memorized.”
“Yeah, yeah,” the cellmate said, waving him away.
Sarah led Roberto to the stairwell where she'd first spoken with Kurt after he got to River Oak. She kept a hand on her baton at all times, aware of how easy it would be for Roberto to try to surprise her with an attack.
“Yeah, I didn't think you was bringin' me to no doctor,” Roberto smirked, looking her up and down as he licked his lips. “So, you down to fuck, or what? There's rumors that you already fucked at least one of the cons in here. Most folks think it was Hawkeye. You wanna see how that little white pecker holds up against some primo Latin dick?”
“I never fucked a prisoner,” Sarah lied, “and I damn sure won't be starting with you. I need to talk to you about something important.”
Roberto rolled his eyes. “So talk, puta. I got nothin' but time up in here.”
“I know you think Kurt killed two of your guys, and I'm sure you've got some kind of big-time payback in mind. But you should know that you're being played. The Nazis framed Kurt so you'd paint a target on him.”
“Why the fuck would I believe that? He's been runnin' with 'em ever since he got here.”
“He didn't have a choice. He didn't know the Dogs were bowing down for the Aryans in here. He needed protection, but when he found out what they did to your brother, he got pissed. Then they ordered him to carve a couple of your guys to send you a message, and he refused.”
Roberto cocked his head mockingly. “Aw. You mean he stuck his neck out, just for us?”
“That's what I'm telling you. The Brothers took out your guys and stuffed the shiv under Kurt's mattress, knowing you'd go after him.”
“Cute story,” Roberto said. “Too bad it's probably bullshit.”
“Dammit, Torres, don't you care that you're being manipulated? That if you take Kurt out, you're playing right into Hawkeye's hands?”
“Okay. Assuming I believe you—which I don't—what the fuck am I supposed to do about it?”
Sarah took a deep breath, praying this would work. “Put Kurt under your protection. Make sure the Sinners know not to touch him, and spread the word so the Brothers won't make a play for him either.”
Roberto threw his head back, laughing. “Lady, it sounds like I oughtta be buyin' my drugs from you. That's how fuckin' high you sound right now. You really think I'm gonna go tell my guys that from now on, some white boy is under our protection? That we're gonna stick our necks out for some biker?”
“What will it take? Money? I can get you money.”
He shook his head, still snorting with laughter. “An ask like that? Fuck money. You'd have to start doin' errands for me an' my guys, like you been doin' for Hawkeye an' them skinheads. Oh, an' you'd have to give us some of that sweet pussy you got, too. Then maybe—maybe—I'd consider it. Otherwise, you're wastin' my fuckin' time.”
“So you're fine with doing Hawkeye Frontley's dirty work, is that it? How's that going to look?”
“It'll look like exactly what it looks like—Kurt got busted for cuttin' my guys, so we responded in kind. No one's gonna look into that shit any more closely, an' no one's gonna believe your white conspiracy theory-peddlin' ass.”
Fuck, Sarah thought. This backfired in a big way. Not only has Roberto refused to help, but now that I've met with him secretly and asked him for help, he can hold that over my head, too.
“Fine,” Sarah said gruffly. “Guess it's back to the cell for you, then.”
“Yeah, sure, that sounds good. I got a game to finish anyhow. Oh, an' Martin?” Roberto winked. “Thanks for confirmin' that you did fuck a prisoner after all. I was sure it was Hawkeye, but yeah, I guess Kurt makes sense too, the way you swung into the showers to protect 'im.”
“I told you, I never—”
“Yeah, yeah,” Roberto chuckled. “Sure you didn't.”
Sarah led Roberto back to his cell. Her legs felt like they had lead weights tied to them. She only had one more thing left to try, and if that didn't work, she didn't know what she'd do.
During her lunch break, Sarah went to the prison library, trying to stay out of sight. She didn't know who might be tracking her movements, especially after her failed plea to Roberto.
Since Keith Jackson was considered a model prisoner, he was allowed to run the library, and he'd chosen several other Peacekeepers to work there with him. He could generally be found there, and if he wasn't there himself, it would be easy to get a message to him through one of the others.
But sure enough, Keith was there, pushing the squeaky metal cart up and down the aisles as he re-shelved books.
“You're here to ask for my help in protecting Kurt Bellows, aren't you?” he asked as she approached him.
“How did you know?”
“You already went to the Sinners for assistance. Not surprising, given your personal history with Bellows. You see the noose tightening around his neck—and yours—and you're desperate for a way out for both of you.”
Sarah shook her head, amazed. “Wow. You Peacekeepers really do see everything, don't you?”
“No. Just more than most.” Keith shelved the last book on his cart, then turned to look at her. “So what do you expect me to do for him?”
“You're the leader of the Peacekeepers. You can protect him.”
Keith smiled humorlessly. “Because we're just another gang to you, is that right? We're non-violent, Ms. Callaghan. We do what we can to look after our own in here, but the bottom line is, if the Sinners or the Brothers decide to cut through us to get to Bellows, there's very little we could do to stop them. Not without risking bloody confrontations or longer sentences.”
It took Sarah a moment to realize that Keith had called her by her real name, rather than Officer Martin. If he knew that, how much else did he know?
Well, whatever he knew, it didn't matter. It didn't sound like he was willing to help her.
“I'm sorry I bothered you,” Sarah said, turning to leave.
“So that's it? You're just going to give up? I thought you cared about him more than that. I thought you cared enough to stop crawling around asking for favors and actually use your head.”
Sarah turned back. “Listen, Jackson—I've taken about all the insults I can handle for the day. You're willing to help? Good, I'm listening. You're not? Fine, fuck you. But don't tease me with a bunch of fortune cookie riddles and judgmental horseshit.”
Keith stepped forward, lowering his voice and putting a hand on Sarah's forearm. The physical contact made her nervous, and so did the intensity in Keith's eyes. Still, she couldn't pull away—she felt paralyzed, like a bird being hypnotized by a snake's glare.
“You've been here long enough to see how this place works,” Keith said. “It's not about who has the biggest muscles, the sharpest shivs, or the most cash to throw around. River Oak runs on information. Who knows what about whom, and how they choose to use it.”
Sarah nodded slowly. “Gable keeps holding what he knows about me over my head. But what if I had something on him?”
“Everyone has secrets. Even Gable. Even the guard who oversees Ad-Seg.”
“And you'd be willing to provide me with useful information on them, so I could visit Kurt and get Gable off my back?” Sarah asked. “In exchange for what?”
“Nothing too difficult. There's an inmate in your cell block named Kareem Thomas. He's a good kid, and he was innocent of the crime he's been convicted of. If he stays out of trouble and makes parole, he could still have a life on the outside.”
Sarah shrugged. “So help him. I'm sure you've been able to do that for lots of kids who come here.”
“We can't get close enough to reach out to him. He shares a cell with two other Sinners, and they're always surrounding him, making sure none of the Peacekeepers approach him. So far, they've protected him without asking him to do anything for them. But with every day that passes, the odds of them swallowing him whole and turning him into one of them grow greater. I want you to reassign him to a cell with one of us, so we can help him before it's too late.”
“Sure,” Sarah said. “I can do that. I'll put in for the transfer today, as soon as I get back from my lunch break. Now, what can you tell me?”
Keith told her what he knew. About Gable, and the guard who ran Ad-Seg.
By the time he was finished, Sarah was starting to believe there could be a way out of River Oak for her and Kurt after all.