He was housed not in a single cell but in a group pavilion with 80 men accused of drug dealing or smuggling, most of them from other Latin American countries.
Frampton had had almost no experience with drugs in his life, apart from the occasional drink and a nicotine addiction (he’d given up smoking two years before).
But by the time the ticket materialized, Frampton had gotten a friend to send him a ticket to Raleigh.
He had been gone for 15 days and was ready to go home.
Perfectly congenial, he kept punctuating my questions about his present predicament with “And after this, we’ll get to physics, right?