CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
As soon as Bait closed the door and left the room, Tsunami relaxed. All throughout the conversation, he had been worried that Bait might sense that he was hiding something. He suspected that Bait suspected he was planning something, but luckily, Bait had not accused him of anything, nor had he tried to search him.
Bait must really believe that I’m as helpless and incapable of escape as I was before he got my help, Tsunami thought, a smile curling his dried lips. He’s a smart boy, I will give him that, but he’s still not smart enough.
Tsunami shifted his straitjacket, loosening it. He had learned how to loosen his straitjacket enough to give his arms a wider range of movement over the last three months or so, though he had kept this ability of his secret from the guard
