Chapter Forty-nine
Oscar held the conference in his chambers, as Matthew’s nearby room was not only much smaller but lacking in basic comforts, like carpet, comfortable chairs, or even a small window to let outside light enter the tiny room.
Oscar’s room was no great improvement, but it at least had an old-world, lived-in atmosphere – much like an old pair of shorts or a worn tee-shirt – that somehow relaxed Matthew’s spirit. Oscar was busily reading the three-page statement for the fourth time, totally immersed in his task. Angelo sat slumped in a chair, his eyes closed and his body completely still. Lena sat beside him, also skimming a copy of the statement, although she knew the wording almost by heart.
The fresh statement by Constable Phillip D’Ascenzio had been served on Lena only
