Chapter 22

The easiest way to end his life, Morton thought, would be to expose himself to the sun. He didn’t relish the thought of being burned to a crisp, but it would be the fastest way to manage his suicide. But in order to do that, he’d have to escape this room. Morton figured Albert or whomever he had guarding his room would be too smart to trick with the old “I’m sick, come help me” act.

He didn’t carry a spare wooden stake to stab himself with. Grimacing, Morton stopped pacing and sat in the only chair in the small, narrow room. The wooden slatted chair had been placed in front of a small Queen Anne style desk. The only other furniture was a single bed covered in a big fluffy white down comforter.