He’s been allowed to play crossword puzzles, watch cable TV and read local newspapers. He has taken numerous calls from his lawyer over a special line connected to the visitor centre a floor below. — Reuters
Sam Bankman-Fried, shirtless in black sweatpants, lies in the fifth cot - the one nearest the door, by the rasping fan, past the frail old man and the prisoner on suicide watch.
Keys jangle. The morning guards arrive. Downstairs, in squalid maximum-security cells, another hellish night is ending.
