“You can’t bring that dog here, ma’am. This is a maximum-security prison.” The guard blocked Rebecca’s path at the entrance. “Please, it’s my sister’s last wish before her execution.” Rebecca’s voice broke as she gripped Max’s leash tightly. “Ma’am, we don’t make exceptions, especially for convicted murderers.” Other visitors stared and whispered about the woman trying to bring an animal onto death row. What no one knew was that this German Shepherd carried evidence that would uncover the biggest conspiracy in Texas judicial history.
The cold concrete walls of the Hansville Federal Penitentiary had witnessed many fateful mornings, but none like this one. Sara Mitell sat on the edge of her narrow bed, her hands trembling as she stared at the digital clock.
5:30 in the morning. In three and a half hours, she would be dead. The metallic sound of footsteps echoed in the corridor as Director James Craowford approached her cell. His weathered face bore the weight of 28 years in the prison system, but today there was something different in his eyes. “Sara,” he said softly, pausing before the steel bars. “Do you need anything before Sara?” She looked up, her brown eyes empty but determined. “There is one thing, Director Craowford.”👉👇💕
