Chapter 60

But Joe knew better now. He was an immigrant’s son, but they were legion, and he’d take comfort in that. He’d spent too much time envying, and not enough time improving. If he got out―no, whenhe got out of here―he was going to make a life for myself. A real life.

With Christophe.

A guard whistled and Linhart’s heavy doors were pulled open. Joe wanted to walk out of those doors one day.

“Listen, Joe,” Levin said, a little pressingly, as they were led inside. “You know I’ve always trusted you. It was never a matter of trust. But there are certain things that are between a man and his God.”

Joe looked over at him.

“I’m a loner,” Levin whispered, close to his ear. “Always been that way. But I never want you to think I lied to you. I’ve always thought you were the last gentleman left on earth.”