Chapter 22
McDuff heard Stewart’s rising voice before he, Victoria, and Jean made it back to the end of the cell block. Most of the words were too mumbled or distorted to understand.
He did make out heated references to the officers behind bars with him.
And more than one repetition of his own name.
McDuff’s eyes, nose, even the insides of his ears still ached and stung, but it was far better than when the few stray drops hit him. He didn’t want to imagine what the two men who’d gotten a face full were going through.
Or Stewart, who had fallout from the explosions land on his neck and the bare top of his head. He was more or less sitting up now, slumped against the rough stone wall.
A position and sensation McDuff remembered far too well.
“I assume you’re all still in agreement?” Vi
