Samuel Powers hated prison. He hated the orange jumpsuits, being locked in a tiny cell with a smelly bunk mate and he hated the food. It was nothing to his hatred for his wife though. The bitch should have kept her mouth shut, but instead he was in prison. The law said she did not have to testify against her husband, so this had been her choice. She had chosen to send him to prison.

He had contacts though, and money. A few bribes, and he knew just where she was, who was babysitting her and what they were having for breakfast. Revenge would be his.

Rafael made breakfast early the following morning. He fried up some eggs and bacon and had toast in the toaster. Seth was grumpy, as usual, though a cup of coffee was in his hands. They were waiting for Mrs. Powers to emerge from dreamland.