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to speak to the servers, who had worked there for over thirty years, including Janice, who had become friendly with William Lance over the years. Rachelle admitted she was not much of a meat eater, but it was one of the most enjoyable steaks she ever had.
    “The marinade is the reason,” Rachelle said as she put a small bite in her mouth.
    “I'll tell you a secret,” Deborah replied, “but you can't tell anyone!” Rachelle crossed her heart while she chewed, as Deborah continued, “You're right, the marinade is the secret, but my dad can only come here once a month because it gives him bad gas and no one can be around him for twenty-four hours.” Rachelle started choking on her food as she laughed so hard Deborah thought she would have to perform the Heimlich maneuver on her.
    Madison was back in her orange outfit, walking back to her section cell when she asked Officer Bay if she could stop by the church to pray. Putting her circumstances aside, Madison was always very respectful and polite to the officers, and they treated her the same way. They had gotten to know her a bit and read her story; particularly after they were informed she would be serving her entire time in Riverhead instead of being moved upstate. Madison was in just as good of shape as when she entered the jail eighteen months prior. At twenty-seven years of age her body was slim and toned from the years of being a dance instructor, and her workouts in the prison four times a week kept her in top physical condition. Officer Bay was thirty-four, single, 6'4” and was Madison's escort on Wednesdays, Fridays, and Saturdays, as well as on alternate Sundays. He was what most young women called tall, dark, and handsome.
    The commissioner of corrections who gives directives and mandatory instructions to the facilities regarding all the prisoners informed the chief that Madison Robinson would never be alone while in or out of the building. Her security and schedule were so tight that the officers didn't know they would be escorting her through the underground tunnel to the courthouse until fifteen minutes beforehand. The officers were always available due to the “lockdown” policy. Once they started their shift, they were not allowed to leave the building until it was over. The facility needed to have all officers available and ready in case of an emergency. It was rare, but no chances were taken in case an officer or another inmate was in need. Officer Bay escorted Madison to the church, where she sat down in the back row, bowed her head, and prayed. Other female and male prisoners were in the first few rows paying no attention to the most famous vigilante in the United States. A priest was standing at the front talking to a few of them while a nun was in a small corner of the room speaking to a female inmate. Maddie sat in the back as Officer Bay stood about ten feet away against the back wall.
    Sergeant Donna Small, who was responsible for the section, stood next to him as they looked at Madison facing forward.
    “She wasn't scheduled to be here now; just be careful,” Small said.
    “I know,” Bay replied. “We were in the area, she asked politely, and I gave it to her.” Officer Small looked at him as he stared forward. She shook her head and spoke before she walked away: “We all feel the same way, John. Just be careful.”
    He knew what she meant. Keep cool, keep professional, and even though the human side of him liked her, the law could not accept she had taken matters into her own hands. Regardless, Officer John Bay was going to give her a few minutes here and there whenever he could. He politely tapped Madison on the shoulder after fifteen minutes and told her they needed to get back to her section. She got up, smiled, and began the walk to her cell with John following closely.
    She turned her head to Officer Bay as they turned the corner and said,
    “I don't bite.”
    He smiled as they approached the separate building cell for her.