I went over to the cop shop around four and peeked in on Lorne, who was sitting in a cell looking very angry and sad at the same time. Constable Tom dangled the keys in front of the door and slid a coffee under the bars.
“Thanks for that,” I said, but Lorne didn"t get up or reach for it. I didn"t blame him. He didn"t belong here but I couldn"t do anything to help him right now. Maybe later. Almost certainly later. I asked Tom about Samir"s case.
“So far Samir and Pepsi have kept to the terms of their probation order. It"s a non-reporting probation. They"re very lucky to have had a liberal JP that morning. They"re lucky not to be sharing a cell with your friend Lorne here.”
“When is he scheduled to be transferred to Victoria?”
“Not for any time soon. We"re still investigating the murder
