Reaching a favorable agreement with Daniel that he wouldn't leave the house and ensuring the compound was secured, Michael finally left him alone. He would have asked his sister to keep Daniel company, but he doubted that would ever happen.
Daniel was too absorbed in his computer and phone to notice Michael leaving. His knowledge of digital devices was all thanks to Draven, and now, he handled them like a professional.
Climbing into his rickety car, Michael drove out of the countryside toward the city, where the infamous prison stood. His heart raced. The thought of entering that place always triggered him—the sight of miserable, wasted people behind bars gnawed at his conscience every time.
When he arrived, he honked at the gate, waiting impatiently for it to open. The gateman—a frowning, scruffy man muttering curses under his breath—dragged himself forward and unlocked it with visible irritation. Michael ignored his attitude and steered through until he reached the parking lot.
