“Miscarriage of justice, was it?” John asked neutrally.
“Nah, he done it, all right. Told me about it. Never regretted it, neither.” Aidan was silent for a moment. “But it’s not fair, him being inside so long.”
John didn’t say anything, just stroking his arm.
“He got cancer, din’t he? Odds on, he’s not going to live long enough to get out.” Aidan took another deep breath, his throat feeling tight. “He made me promise, before I got out, that I’d go up to Glasgow. It’s where he’s from. He said to go up to Glasgow and get a deep fried Mars Bar from the chippy on Douglas Street and eat it for him.” His voice was starting to sound a bit funny, but maybe John hadn’t noticed. “And he made me promise not to go back inside. Not even to visit him.”
“This bloke—you and him were…?”
“Yeah.” Aidan
