Leo pressed his palm against the cold stone of Cell Block D, feeling the faint, rhythmic thrum of the old ventilation shaft on the other side. For seven years, that sound had been the pulse of his captivity. Tonight, it would be his escape route.
The shaft ended in a grate overlooking the culvert. Below, searchlights swept the water. Dogs barked. A voice over a loudspeaker: “Return to your cell, inmate. This is your final warning.”
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When he broke the surface, the prison was a shrinking silhouette of lights and fury behind him. The water was cold enough to stop his heart. He let it carry him, kicking only when his feet touched mud on the far bank.
He threw his whole body against it. Once. Twice. A third time—and the rusted metal screamed, bolts shearing, the grate flying open. He tumbled out, hit the rocky slope, and slid into the icy river. The current grabbed him, pulled him under. Leo pressed his palm against the cold stone
A spotlight blazed somewhere behind him. Shouts echoed. He’d been betrayed—or Mullens had only pretended to drink. It didn’t matter. Leo scrambled forward on elbows and knees, the shaft narrowing, his prison-issued shirt tearing. The river was close. He could smell it: wet earth and freedom.
Leo looked at the grate. It was bolted from the outside. He had no tool left. No time. The shaft ended in a grate overlooking the culvert
Then the alarm screamed.