When the pat down was complete more than one boy had tears in their eyes. They were all made to line up shoulder to shoulder while the prisoners stood back glaring at them, pacing like caged animals and anxious to do something bad…
Scotty's eyes fell on to his father. He hadn't seen the man in years. He'd been a little kid the last time Juan Carlos had been a free man. Scotty didn't think he looked much different although his prison issued jeans and t-shirt was far from the fashionable pimp that he'd been ten years ago.