Two hours of talking with Eliza and Andre made me even more nervous. I want to believe in Andre but on the other hand I know how Sam is. Gilbert took my hand with his right as he drove the car. From the look on his face I could tell he didn't like Andre but he tried to act normal to respect my brother-in-law.
When we arrived at Sing Sing prison we were greeted by several policemen in light blue uniforms. The atmosphere here is quite comfortable unlike what I'd imagined so far that the prison had a sinister aura. A big mustache policeman smiled at us both.
"We'd like to see Samuel Johnson, sir," I said when the man asked why we were there.
