“Hey,” one of them suddenly said, pointing at me, “how come that guy gets room service?”
Everybody laughed.
I put the rest of my breakfast near the door and lit another cigarette. About an hour later a guard came down and unlocked my door. He motioned me to come out. On the way up the corridor he let me stop and get a package of cigarettes from a machine. Then he took me down a short corridor and put me in a small cell. There were two beds in it, but again I was alone.
There isn’t much to do when you’re in a cell. I alternated between sitting on the bed and walking back and forth. It was about two hours before the guard came back.
“Your lawyer’s here,” he said, unlocking the door. He showed me which way to go, and I ended up in front of a barred window. A pleasant-looking man stood on
