Zsasz considered the question for a moment, the only sign that he was thinking being his frozen features. Then he smiled at Tommy. “Pointless and largely avoidable if you make the right arrangements.” He paused, remembering the times he’d stayed there a little longer. His smile dropped naturally from his face. “It’s cold. I was in max every time, so it’s isolated. But you’re never alone. There’s always someone, somewhere in the building, laughing. And you can always hear it. In my personal experience.”
Tommy felt a pit form in the bottom of his stomach. Blackgate couldn’t hold some of the more reknowned criminals, and Tommy was sure he’d be sent to Arkham if he was caught. Breathing heavy, he gave Victor a worried look. “Well, let’s hope I don’t get caught.” Pretending to laugh it off, he pushed his hair off his face and thought about asking Roman for a different assignment, but his hopes were torn down when he remembered how badly Roman needed the information.
