Chapter 50

“I’ve arranged for you to be transferred to another cell.”

Trying to get a handle on his thoughts, Joe looked up. “No, wait a minute―”

“I won’t wait. No, Joseph. I should have done it a long time ago. I’m having you transferred to the west wing, as far from him as possible.”

“Not tonight. Don’t do it tonight.”

“Why? He’s being released from the infirmary, and I don’t want him―”

“Not tonight, please.” Joe needed to see Dubois’s eyes. Needed to look into his face. “Please, not tonight.”

Cooke leaned back in his chair, thinking. “All right, but tomorrow morning, you have a new cell and that’s final.”

“And who’s gonna be in his cell?”

“That’s no longer your concern. He’sno longer your concern.”

* * * *

When Joe heard steps coming down the tier, he sat at the edge of his new cot, looking out at the trail of light now reaching through the bars.

Hours. He’d been waiting for hours.

Soon, the last bell would ring and the lights would die out one by one.