When Shane Hatcher walked into the prison library on Christmas Day, the wall clock showed that it was exactly two minutes before the hour.
Perfect timing, he thought.
In a few minutes, he was going to break free.
He was amused to see Christmas decorations hung here and there-all made of colored Styrofoam, of course, nothing hard or with edges or useful as rope. Hatcher had spent a lot of Christmas holidays in Sing Sing, and the idea of trying to evoke the holiday spirit here always struck him as absurd. He almost laughed aloud when he saw Freddy, the taciturn prison librarian, wearing a red Santa hat.
Sitting at his desk, Freddy turned toward him and smiled a cadaverous smile. That smile told Hatcher that everything was set to go as planned. Hatcher silently nodded and smiled back at him. Then Hatcher walked between two shelves and waited.
Just as the clock ticked the hour, Hatcher heard the sound of the loading dock door opening at the far end of the library. In just a few moments, a truck driver came in pushing a large plastic bin on wheels. The dock door closed noisily behind him.
"Whatcha got for me this week, Bader?" Freddy asked.
"What do you think I've got?" the driver said. "Books, books, books."
The driver took a quick peek in Hatcher's direction, then turned away. The driver, of course, was in on the plan. From that moment on, both the driver and Freddy treated Hatcher as if he weren't there at all.
Excellent, Hatcher thought.
Together, Bader and Freddy unloaded the books onto a wheeled steel table.
"How's about a cup of coffee over in the commissary?" Freddy said to the driver. "Or maybe some hot eggnog? They're serving it for the holiday."
"Sounds great."
The two men chatted casually as they disappeared through the swinging double doors out of the library.
Hatcher stood quietly for a moment, studying the exact position of the bin. He'd paid off a guard to nudge a surveillance camera little by little over a period of days until there was a blind spot in the library-one that the guards who watched the monitors hadn't yet noticed. It looked like the driver had hit the mark perfectly.
Hatcher silently stepped out from between the shelves and climbed inside the bin. The driver had left a coarse, heavy packing blanket at the bottom. Hatcher pulled the blanket over himself.
Now was the only phase of Hatcher's plan when he thought that anything could possibly go wrong. But even if somebody came into the library, he doubted that they would bother to look inside the bin. Others who might ordinarily have checked the book truck closely as it left had been paid off too.
Not that he was worried or nervous. He hadn't felt such emotions for some three decades now. A man who had nothing to lose in life had no cause for anxiety or unease. The only thing that could arouse his interest was the promise of the unknown.
He lay underneath the blanket, listening closely. He heard the wall clock tick the minute.
Five more minutes, he thought.
That was the plan. Those five minutes would give Freddy deniability. He could honestly say that he hadn't seen Hatcher climb into the bin. He could say he'd thought Hatcher had actually left the library earlier. When five minutes were up, Freddy and the driver would return, and Hatcher would be carted out of the library and then driven out of the prison.
Meanwhile, Hatcher allowed his thoughts to stray to what he was going to do with his freedom. He had recently heard some news that made the risk worthwhile-even interesting.
Hatcher smiled when he thought about another person who would take keen interest in his escape. He wished he could see Riley Paige's face when she found out he was at large.
He chuckled ever so softly.
It was going to be nice to see her again.
