Both sides of his door had been secured with plywood and a lock, the man would later say, to stop him from getting out.
For years, he’d only been given two sandwiches – egg or tuna salad, or peanut butter – and a small amount of water each day, he’d recall, in the storage space where he was held.
But now, he had a plan.
Printer paper for kindling. Hand sanitizer for fuel. And a lighter.
