35
Wrapping Up
Geoff glared at Raedrick from behind the bars of his cell, the scowl on his face enough to knock a deer over at fifty paces. “You’ll pay for this, Constable. Mark me.”
The cell was the center in a set of three similar units that ran the length of the corridor behind Raedrick and Julian’s office in the Constabulary. Opposite them, three more cells of identical make stood empty. For that matter, the other two on Geoff’s side were devoid of occupants as well. Few in Lydelton actually caused trouble, and most of those who did were just men who had consumed too much at the Oarlock or Holb’s; after they slept it off they were generally all right to set loose, minus the fine the judge always demanded of course.
The last time more than one of the cells had been used for any leng
