Chapter 48
Inside the model prison of Fodelson, routine was everything.
The very habits and schedules Michael McDuff had disrupted with his misbehavior—and his screams—kept prisoners, guards, and administrators calm and able to fulfill their duties. As was usually the case when a troublesome prisoner was dealt with, disturbances all through the population nearly disappeared.
For a time.
As summer gave way to autumn, one of the guards received an ordinary letter.
Richard Gibson had stood watch outside the door when a priest came to comfort Michael McDuff, accompanied by his officious policeman brother and two troublesome nuns.
The letter could be nothing more than a solicitation for charity, same as he’d seen countless times.
Or perhaps it was a notice of payment due.
Gibson wasn’t
