Kaelen had been in the cell for four months.
Four months was long enough to understand the rhythm of the guards and which ones could be reached and which ones could not.
Long enough to map the two hours each day when the east corridor was unmonitored between shift changes. Long enough to have sent eleven messages out and received nine back, through channels that were not official and would not appear in any record that anyone with authority over his situation would ever be able to find.
