CHAPTER TWENTY-TWOLaroche did sign up for a literacy course, sneakily, and Michael only found out about it when one of the kangas mentioned the unlikeliness of the fact as he came to collect him and escort him to the class. He raised his eyebrows at Michael as he went through the door and it only occurred to him afterwards how bulked up he looked. Remand prisoners could wear what they wanted and he was testing that one to the limit: sweatshirt, hoodie, scarf. More than you’d strictly need for the precarious season when summer threatens to spill over into autumn.
Two hours later and he was back, whistling.
They observed a silence while the kanga slammed the door and locked it and then removed the key.
“What did you learn, then? You kept that one very quiet.”
“Ssshh,” said Laroche, noisi
