Chapter 55

“Take your hand outta there!” Bishop drew his pistol. All of the men looked around at each other. It was happening.

Something was finally happening.

“Hey, I’m only looking for my papers.” The young man, Godbout, opened both his gloved hands to show good will. “I’m with La Patrie…I’m a journalist. From Montreal.”

The simple words rippled through the silence, and immediately, men started yelling out to the journalist.

But as Godbout took a step forward to meet them, the two guards, led by Bishop, halted him, grabbing him by the arms. “Get outta here,” Bishop growled, kicking him. “This is prison property―”