Chapter 85

“Lie down,” he hisses. He stays at the

corner of my cell, just out of sight of the camera. He doesn’t have

to say that no one’s supposed to know he’s here, Ellington’s

not supposed to know—it’s written all over his troubled face. “Just

lie down and listen to me.”

Slowly, I lie back down. I prop my hands

behind my head, cross my ankles, stare at a spot just above the

sink. “I’m listening,” I tell him.

From the corner of my eye I watch as Conlan

leans back against the bars and sinks to the floor, hugs his knees

to chest. “Marie’s not doing too good,” he murmurs.

I start to sit up before I remember I’m

supposed to pretend he’s not here. “I’m sorry.” I don’t know what

else to say. “What’s wrong? She doesn’t have—”

“No.” Conlan shakes his head for

emphasis. “She’s not showing any of the symptoms. Personally? I

don’t think it’s the bleed. It’s just a cold and Shauna’s in a bad

way right now so it just hit her pretty hard. The other girl,