Chapter 13

That had been the day that had changed his life forever. He’d been arrested for assault.

“You struck me very hard before,” Dubois said. “Gave me quite a bump on my head. Doctor Fisher says I could have suffered permanent brain damage, but thank you anyway.”

He refused to look at Dubois.

“He’s a very decent man, that Fisher. You know, he was an upstanding doctor in Montreal five years ago. His two sons are studying medicine at McGill University. Of course, I’m sure he must have done something quite despicable and of bad taste to be sent here, in the middle of nowhere―”

“No one here is innocent, Dubois. Not even you.”

“You don’t know the first thing about me.”

“I know all I need to know. All I care to know.”

“Is that so?”

But Joe didn’t answer him. He was calmer now. Too calm. Lethargy rolled over him like a sickness and he fought to keep his eyes open. He blinked a few times, and watched the hall.