Chapter 34
There were no soft edges in their cell, only a cold hard floor that clawed at their bruised bodies no matter how they tried to be comfortable. Finn had taken his beating from Moses, Mickey too copped it from Charley, though it left him heaving in each breath with broken ribs and horrible welts on his face.
In the corner was another man, half-naked and curled into himself, who had not moved since they arrived. The stink was putrid, thick with human waste and stagnant water. It was hard to breathe it in.
They had been charged with burglary with violence, and as ironic as it was, Finn had little to defend himself. He had every intention of busting into the man's house and had no legitimate or lawful reason to be there. The only justice to be found existed beneath the law, but he
