"You could get lucky. Doctor Cox just sits around watching football and mocking everyone." Badd had actually found the man's company enjoyable. Cox gave no fucks and neither did Badd, so they'd found some common ground to bond over.

Badd again stirred his breakfast. Thinking back on the letter made him a little queasy. It was lies, sure, but it was lies very close to home...almost designed to be the most painful concept for a false life.

"The letter..." He drew out his words slowly, reluctantly. "Well. Any identifying information was censored out, but it pointed me out as some cop who went insane and confused a serial killer and child kidnapper for an old partner while trying to kill his wife because he thought she'd murdered said partner. They give everyone here a fake life, but god knows why they go to the trouble." Badd licked his lips and stared down at his food, trying not to let the bad thoughts show on his face. Just another reason to kill them all once he had the chance.