But I didn’t know that was the reason at first. So my initial response was,let’s go ask Luthor what he thinks is wrong.
Imagine my surprise when I got to his cell, and it was empty.
I went straight to the East and found him and Warren Xavier together, post-coital, cuddled up and discussing their exit strategy. It was cute, and for a moment, I considered just leaving them be.
April fools.
Dios, can youimagine??
Anyway, I had the Martinez twins bring Lexington to the Box for some attitude adjustment before hauling him off to his death, locked an unconscious Warren up in solitary, and brought the homemade computer to the East Wing control room so we could attempt figuring out what the hell had even happened.
That was when Carlos mentioned the girl.
“I don’t trust that kidCarsonor whatever,” he was rambling in the background of my struggling to comprehendanythingabout the software of my own goddamn servers. “He’s been down to visit Ren a few times. Plus, that whole thing with the girl…”
My ears perked at that, face springing. “What girl?”
“The girl in the Box…” He blinked at me, bemused. I mirrored the look. “Remember? The one who was sneaking around in the prison a few weeks back…”
My eyes were practically bulging as I gaped at him, with no earthly clue what he was talking about.
Carlito was visibly nervous. “I told you about her…”
“You told mewhat??” I gasped.
“About the g-girl…” He faltered. “You don’t remember?”
“Obviously not!” I snapped, standing up and striding up to him. He backed up into the wall. “Who is this person?? Tell me her name!”
“I d-don’t know her name,” he stuttered. “She’s just some girl!”
“What does she look like??” I barked, losing my damn mind over the sheer insanity of this.
“I don’t know, um… pretty. Probably Latina. Light brown… hair,” His breathing grew labored from how close I clearly was to freaking my shit out. “Sort of… androgynous, I guess…Fuck, Jefe, I don’t—”
“You couldn’t have put her in theBox, Carlito.” I rubbed my face hard. “The Box is outside of solitary, and it’s not a cell. It’s for fucking torture. The twins are using it as we speak!”
He face fell. “Oh… shit.”
“Yea. So where the hell did you put this person??”
I would have laughed if I wasn’t so utterly irate.
The poor kid doesn’t know where anything is.
His expression was befuddled until I barked, “Where?!”
“The East!” He choked, “She’s in the East! In the cell with no window…”
The words were barely out of his mouth and I was off.
Racing out of the room, I headed for the back corridor. Of course, I knew which cell he was referring to. We call itthe Tombbecause that’s what it is.
It’s where you’d put someone if you wanted them to literally rot.
And the mystery girl was in there…
A girl I suspected might have been Avianna Alvarez.
