Chapter Twenty-Two
THE DAY OF THE DEAD – 2nd November 1973
Gorilla awoke to find his hands resting gently in his lap. He was no longer handcuffed to the chair, as he had been for the past few days. Instead, he was lying in the foetal position on a mattress in the corner of the dungeon.
He slowly sat upright and took stock of his surroundings. Things were different. For one, his whole body had been washed and cleaned. The dried blood and detritus had been replaced with clean, oiled skin. Secondly, his wounds had been treated with some kind of ointment, he assumed to help them heal. He looked around him.
On Caravaggio's interrogator's table, there was a brightly lit desk lamp that gave the surroundings a warm, comforting glow. Next to it was a small plate that contained a little rice, so
