The Interview (5 minute read)
“Miss Wightwitch?” As always, the guard asked the question through the locked door. He didn’t slide back the viewing port or use the intercom. “Last I checked.” “Please answer yes or no.” “Yes.” “You have an interview in 2 minutes.” The female prisoner got up from the stiff cot, walked over to the radiator and picked up her prison jacket. It was a coarse synthetic garment which would probably last longer than she would. It was also itchy and uncomfortable. When she was alone in the cell she didn’t wear it. But you couldn’t attend an interview in your underwear. The walk took longer than usual. The single guard led her down several dusty hallways before going through a double locked door in to a nicer part of the prison. There were carpets here and the paint on the walls looked like it had been applied sometime in the current century. This was visitor country. In 16 months of incarceration, Ness had yet to see anyone who wasn’t a guard or an investigating agent. This meant...