The helicopter landed on the roof of the county jail in Los Angeles and picked up Richard, and with three guards watching his every move he was flown up north. Richard had never been in a helicopter before. He was like a wide-eyed kid with a smile on his face; intensely looking out the window, though he began to get motion sickness.
Still, he liked the idea of being flown to Quentin; it made him feel important and dangerous. He was shackled at the wrists and ankles and was wearing a blue Los Angeles County Jail jumpsuit.