Chapter 61

“Stand up, Vega.” Johnson was in the room too. “Face us.”

Had he always known he’d go out of the world like this? Would he scream? No, Joe swore to himself, he wouldn’t make a sound.

Joe clenched his fists and his teeth, and stood.

Williams was drunk. They were all drunk, reeking of liquor. The scent of them hung in the steam. Lebeau was here too. But he stood guard by the door.

“Gauthier was your friend,” Joe said to Lebeau, and he was proud of his voice. It was strong. “Is that what you do to your friends?”

Lebeau glared at him, but remained silent. His silence terrified Joe. A word from him would have meant they might let him live.

“So, your little cocksucker is gone,” Williams said, sniffing the air like a hound.

Joe didn’t want Christophe to know what had happened tonight. Would Cooke have the decency to spare Christophe the details of his last moments?