“What in God’s holy name happened in here?!”
The faint Southern drawl of Special Agent Sean McMullan echoed as his rich voice boomed through the concrete corridor of San Quentin’s North Seg. The corridor had otherwise fallen silent. It was a first for the prison’s original death row wing, the wing eternally cacophonous with the rage of dead man walking.
Now? Men, yes. Dead, for sure. None walking. Two tiers of thirty-four cells. Sixty-eight dead men, not walking. Death row indeed.
Excerpt from The Death Row Complex, the second Katrina Stone novel by Kristen Elise. Look for it in May, 2015. To read a free sample, click here.