After checking in with no fewer than three people, Rutger was finally funneled into a concrete room with a bank of metal lockers lining one wall. He emptied his pockets into the locker and removed everything else he wasn’t permitted to bring in. Taking the key out of the locker, he went to the final checkpoint. He turned over his key to someone who placed it with his driver’s license, then waited while another guard patted him down one more time. He passed through a steel door into a room as cold as the last, with two rows of steel benches bolted to the floor. Predominately, they were occupied by women.
After ten minutes, another steel door opened, and a guard filled the doorway. He read four names from the clipboard he held then made check marks as each of the four people moved into what Rutger discovered was a concrete hallway. Rutger followed the three women ahead of him down the hallway, around a corner and out into what was called the “visitation area.” The guard, who had followed him, posted himself near the middle where he could see all four visitors and all four inmates.