Chapter 5Sam Becker adjusted his position on the unforgiving wooden slats and pushed the heels of his hands into his eyes, trying to rub away some of the stress and gritty sleepiness. Blinking his stinging eyes, he watched the small clock's second hand ticking away tediously behind the anti-vandal grating which protected the cheap plastic timepiece. It was almost three AM, and the last few hours in custody had been tedious. As the minutes ticked slowly by, he grew increasingly anxious about the phone call to Lucie. It seemed that the almost universal right to a phone call after arrest had been flushed down the pan with the rest of society. Not surprisingly, Sam hadn't been asked if he wanted a solicitor, and he hadn't bothered bringing the subject up. It was more likely to end in a beating
