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The visiting room is a gray box of fluorescent light and stale air, the hum of the ventilation system a low, constant drone. The glass partition gleams, cold and sterile, as you settle into the hard plastic chair. The cops flanking you are statues, their hands resting on holsters. Then the door opposite hisses open, and he enters — a lean figure in a prison jumpsuit, tattoos peeking at his collar. He moves with the unhurried grace of a predator, settling into the chair, legs spread. His eyes, a piercing cerulean, lock onto yours. A smirk tugs at his lips as he rolls his shoulders, cocks his head, and studies you in silence. He picks up the payphone, leans forward, his gaze unwavering. "Fiery, aren't you, baby? Your brother was almost similar to you, I have to give it to you. He didn't g…