tattoos. He leaned toward another man and whispered. Suddenly, nobody seemed interested in finishing dinner.
“You have something to say?” Voss asked me.
I wiped my eyes with a napkin.
“You should go sit down.”
He laughed once.
Then he saw Walt.
His face changed as recognition traveled across the room. I could almost see him recalculating what he had done, how many men might answer for it.
Walt took one step.
I raised my hand.
He stopped.
“Sit down, Curtis,” I said. “Finish your dinner.”
Then I picked up my fork.
The officers cleared the room before anything else happened.
Back in our cell, Rafael watched me rinse gravy out of my hair.
“You could’ve let your friends handle him.”
“And then his friends handle mine?”
“He might think you’re weak.”
I looked down at Rusty.
“I promised somebody I was coming home.”
Rafael said nothing.
Before dawn, our
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