Chapter Twenty-FourThere was a strange pleasure in reconnecting with old friends in prison, and an even stranger pleasure in seeing the gaps where some of my friends had been freed. Not to mention the guilty pleasure of having Patrick to talk to whenever the men and women were permitted to mingle. Like me, he was polite to Dry despite all the pain we had suffered at the latter’s hands. Dry couldn’t hurt us anymore. But the greatest pleasure of all was remembering that look on Matilda’s face. She visited several times, and although she never breathed a word out of place, I knew from her cheerful demeanour that plans were afoot and I would not be behind bars for long. I trusted her not to kill anyone in the process of freeing me.
It was not entirely surprising when Patrick and I were both s
