Jeremy ate the stale bread that had been left for him and drank a little of the brackish ale and grimaced. His entire body hurt. His head still pounded, and he felt oddly hot despite the cold. They’d put him in a cell away from the others. He didn’t know what that meant. It was Sunday. They would be hanging people tomorrow. He could only pray he wouldn’t be amongst them. Could they do that? Could they hang him without a trial? Was that why they had moved him? Nothing would surprise him.
“Oy.” The turnkey rattled the door and made Jeremy jump. He opened it and took the empty dish and cup and then hesitated. He looked over his shoulder and lowered his voice.
“Message from outside.”
Jeremy’s heart almost stopped.
“I’m coming for you.” He made the message sound menacing, but Jeremy’s heart
