Before his execution, his daughter whispered something that left the guards in shock…

“Step back from the girl, Martha,” Bernard said, his voice dropping into a low, dangerous rumble.

“I have rights!” Martha cried, her voice cracking. “You need a warrant to search my personal property! This is harassment!”

“In this prison, under the shadow of a death warrant that may have been signed in blood and lies,” Bernard replied, stepping through the heavy steel door into the visiting room, “I am the law. Hand it over. Now.”