CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHTMichael was back in his cell. A medical orderly had removed his bandage, checked the stitches and discharged him. He’d had a migraine for two days, with bright razorings in front of his eyes. There was a provisional feeling to everything.
Laroche, returned from his first stint in the library, was all for playing another list game. He started making a list of all the list games they could play. The A to Z of s****l positions, the A to Z of criminal offences…
“How about countries or birds, or characters from Shakespeare?” Michael asked wearily. He sat on the edge of his bed, gripping the mattress, his knuckles gleaming. He was conscious of the unkind light. The conversation with his father still bothered him. Parents sometimes have to make difficult decisions. Asking Ch
