“No,” the convict said.
The young officer addressed Emily. “Where’s your radio?”
Heat infused her cheeks. She didn’t know what to say. Didn’t know what to feel. Barely able to meet the other man’s gaze, she stepped away from the inmate. “I—I must have put it in my locker.”
The officer glared at the inmate with narrowed eyes. “Who the hell are you?”
The convict grinned like an idiot and stuck out his hand. “Zack Devlin,” he said.
Reluctantly the officer took his hand. “You new or what?”
“First day on the job.” Devlin whistled. “Hell of a facility you’ve got here.”
“Yeah, well, if you want to keep your job, I suggest you keep your mouth to yourself.” The man disentangled his hand and glared at Emily. “The sergeant has been trying to reach you on the radio. We’ve got a situation in Cell Block 2-W. Code yellow for now, but I expect them to crank it up to red if the second head count comes up short. Sarge has asked every officer on duty to stay until they find the missing inmate.”
“Oh…uh…sure. I’ll just…get my radio and meet up with you in the briefing room.”
“And bring the new recruit with you.” Sending a final scathing look at Zack, the officer turned and left the room.
Emily’s knees went weak the instant the other man disappeared, and she sat down hard on the bench. She couldn’t believe what she’d done. Couldn’t believe one of her co-workers had seen her do it. What had she been thinking letting an inmate kiss her?
Groaning, she put her face in her hands. “I’m finished as a corrections officer.”
“Look, if I hadn’t done what I did, you would have brought down the wrath of God knows how many corrections officers, and I’d be on the floor getting a mouthful of concrete about now.”
Raising her head, all she could think of was that she was twenty-eight years old and she’d never been kissed like that in her life. Suddenly she felt as much contempt for herself as she did for the inmate.
He glanced toward the door. “Look, things are about to get nasty. I’m going to go while the going is good. I appreciate the help.”
“Don’t thank me for something I didn’t do,” she said, giving him a seething look. “I’m going to hit the alarm the moment you walk out that door.”
“Just remember that things aren’t always what they appear,” he said. “No matter what you hear about me later, don’t forget that.”
No, Emily thought, she didn’t think she would ever forget this night no matter how much she wanted to.
“Watch your back.” Giving her a mock salute, he slid through the doorway with the soundless grace of a panther and disappeared into the dimly lit corridor.
For several seconds Emily sat motionless on the bench and listened to the hard pounding of her heart. She couldn’t believe what had just happened. Couldn’t believe levelheaded Emily Monroe had fallen for the oldest con in the book. She’d dishonored herself, jeopardized her job and compromised everything she’d ever believed in.
Just like her father.
She rose on trembling legs and started for the alarm panel. She was midway there when movement at the doorway drew her attention. For an instant she thought Devlin—or whatever his name was—had returned. She was surprised to see, of all people, Marcus Underwood, the administrator of Lockdown, Inc., the private corporation that ran the Bitterroot Super Max. What on earth was he doing at the prison this early in the morning?
“Mr. Underwood,” she said. “I was just—”
“Officer Monroe.” He crossed to her, followed by another man. “We caught part of what happened on the security cameras from the command center. Are you all right?”
“I’m fine,” she said.
“You’re aware that we’re currently under a code yellow.”
“Yes, sir. I was about to hit the alarm. An inmate overpowered me in the infirmary less than ten minutes ago.” Her voice shook as she described the situation she’d walked into at the infirmary. “He identified himself as Zack Devlin.”
The two men exchanged a look that sent a chill up her spine. “Devlin has a long and violent history,” Underwood said.
“Did he get away?” she asked.
“Nobody gets away from Lockdown, Inc.” The second man came up beside Underwood. The stripes on his shoulders told her he was a lieutenant, but she’d never met him. “We’ll get him.”
Underwood addressed Emily. “Did he tell you anything? Mention where he was going?”
She shook her head. “All I know is that he’s wearing a Lockdown, Inc. uniform and coat and that he’s armed with a semiautomatic pistol.”
“How did he get a weapon?” Underwood asked no one in particular.
“Evidently he had help,” the lieutenant said. “Someone must have smuggled it in.”
“Zack Devlin could talk a nun into lying for him.” Underwood looked grim. “Put out a code red.”