The Present - Klempner
“Out you come. You have visitors.”
Visitors?
Who the f**k’s going to visit me?
Some noseying lawyer I suppose….
The floor guard, Hartland, jerks his head at my door. Not that it doesn’t make a change to get out of the cell, but the insolent bastard gets on my nerves and makes a point of trying to do it.
“Come on, Larry. Step lively now.” He pokes a baton into the small of my back, jabbing harder than necessary to move me along.
Larry?
Little shite….
…. I'll make you eat your own liver for that one day….
“In you go, Larry.” Hartland juts his chin at the guard inside. “They’ve got half an hour with him if they want to use it all. See that Larry here behaves himself. Still thinks he’s someone does this one.”
“Yes, Mr Hartland.”
I don’t know the guard, but he
