THE CITY HOLDING CELLS, EAST BLOCKThe city was still asleep when Ethan went down the steel stairs into the east block behind Chief Pell, with Sophia pressed so close to his side that he could feel her shaking through his sleeve, and the first thing that struck him was not the sight of the dead men but the smell, a sweetish, coppery, almost warm smell of blood laid over a thick sharp layer of bleach, as if somebody had started to clean the place and had been interrupted halfway through the job.Six cells stood open along the grey corridor, and in each of them a body lay on a narrow iron cot with the blanket pulled up under the chin, so neatly that for one wild moment he thought they were sleeping, until the lamplight fell across the nearest bed and showed him the thing that had once been his father, with his head tipped back at an impossible angle, his throat laid open from ear to ear in a single clean line, and the steel wire that had held his jaw together snapped and curling out of

THE ROAD BESIDE THE RIVER, OUTSIDE THE REMAND PRISONEthan looked at the white van, and at the open doors with their dark empty mouth, and at the polite, regretful, perfectly shaved face of Commissioner Hale, and he understood in a single cold instant that if he stepped into that vehicle he would never reach the end of the road alive, but instead of arguing or running, which was what the Senator's man expected, he only smiled slowly and put his arm round his wife's shoulders, like a man who has been offered a lift by a friend."That is very kind of you, Commissioner," he said warmly, "but my wife and I would prefer to ride in the front, because I find that the back of a prison van is bad for the ribs.""I'm afraid it's against regulations.""Then I'll write to the Senator, and tell him how helpful you've been."It was the faintest hesitation, no more than the flicker of an eyelid, but Ethan saw it, and he knew that Hale had not been told what to do if the prisoner refused, and while t