Chapter Sixty-One
Everything was soft. Moving like Jell-O. Denton blinked a few times and his vision cleared. Why was he in a hospital bed? What city was he in? There was a window on his left. Outside were a brick building he couldn’t identify and an overcast sky. Not much help. There was a small square table next to him and on it a small vase. Inside the vase, a single chrysanthemum stem. It bloomed blood orange.
‘Hello, Sidney.’
His father entered, removed his suit jacket and half closed the curtain around the bed. He pulled up a chair and sat beside Denton. His body sank low into the cheap vinyl.
‘That’s not my name anymore,’ Denton said. ‘And why didn’t you cuff me?’
His mouth was dry and he was only half comprehensible.
‘We have our own men on this level, you’re not going anywhe
