Cory, incarcerated as a serious offender, was confined alone under constant surveince.


    Nathan rode the private elevator to Corys cell, where Cory, looking defeated, sat in a corner.


    His clothes, dirty from that nights rain, were muddied and bloodstained.


    His left leg, wounded by Nathan, was bandaged.


    As Nathan approached, Cory looked up, his eyes devoid of their usual defiance.


    There you are, Cory rasped, his voice hoarse and his lips parched and cracked.


    Nathan entered, ced the bottles and a tray of dishes on the table, and sat down opposite Cory.


    Corys expression was one of confusion and surprise.


    Nathan poured brandy into two sses and offered one to Cory.