Klempner
The cell is plain. A narrow bed with a thin hard mattress, a steel lavatory and basin, a small locker with no lock. The door stands ajar….
Only the free have privacy.
He sits on the bed, a book, well foxed, lying open on his lap; The Count of Monte Cristo.
A guard steps inside. “Just doing my rounds, Mr Klempner.”
“Of course, Mr Sutcliffe.”
Sutcliffe steps back for a moment, glances down the corridor then back in again. His voice lowers. “Anything you need, sir?”
“Yes, there is. You can pass a message to Baxter for me. Those visitors I had. I'd like an eye kept on them.”
“Just an eye, sir?”
“Just an eye, yes.”
“I'll pass the message along.” There is the click of footsteps down the corridor and his tone changes, becoming louder. “C’mon Larry. It’s lights out soon.” He
