Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-Eight.

The Chief Warden sat behind his office desk, with a cigar in his mouth. He puffed a thick smoke in the air shifting his gaze to the door.

"Come in." His deep voice husked as he leaned back in the chair.

"Sir, we have arrested the young man in question." The Warden's aid, Fisher said.

"Very good. Where is he now?"

"We locked him away in the west cell."

"That's alright. He must remain there for now and he must not receive any visitors. Understood?" The Warden yelled.

"Yes sir!" Fisher stamped his feet on the floor with a salute.

The Chief prison warden waved his hand dismissing Fisher. His desk phone rang at that moment and he picked it up.

"Hello sir." The Chief Warden spoke first excitedly.

"How's it going?" Bench's thick voice echoed from the speaker.

"Everything is going as planned. I can assure you the stupid boy is done for, this time." The Chief Warden spoke assuredly.

Capturing Declan was a easy as eating a piece of cake that he wondered why Bench was very anxious and