—Someone is framing me.

—And why do you think it’s me? —Carter stands, stepping closer to the bars—. Maybe the monster isn’t in the cell, nurse.

Maybe it’s much closer than you think.

Brooke takes a step back.

His words echo in her head.

Something doesn’t fit.

Her eyes scan the cell. The bars, the floor, the small sink—and then she sees it.

A second cot.

Carter has a cellmate.

A chill rushes through her. She hasn’t been alone with him all this time.

—Oh, looks like you finally figured it out —Carter grins—. You know his name, don’t you?

Brooke’s heart slams against her ribs.

Steven Benton.

The guard who checked her in on her first day. The one always nearby. The one with access to everything.

—Sweet dreams, Brooke —Carter whispers.

Brooke turns and runs. Runs like never before.

The officers catch Benton that same night, trying to flee.

When they arrest him, he only smiles.

—There’s always someone stronger than you.