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THE CITY REMAND PRISON, CELL BLOCK CThe remand prison had been built in the eighteen hundreds for the kind of men whom society wished to forget, and in all the years since, nobody had bothered to improve it, so that when the steel door slammed shut behind Ethan on the first night, and the long echoing corridor of Block C swallowed up the sound of the guard's boots, he stood for a moment in the cold green gloom of a cell the size of a coffin, breathing in the stink of old sweat and damp concrete and other men's fear, and thought with a grim sort of amusement that he had never in his life been so well prepared for anything.He had spent twelve years in the back kitchens of the city washing dishes for a man named Bruno who beat his staff with a ladle, and he had died, once, in a hospital bed, with cancer eating through his belly like a rat in a sack of flour, and compared to those two experiences a stone cell with a bucket in the corner and a cracked window high up in the wall was very
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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
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ST. JUDE'S PARISH CHURCH, THE CRYPTEthan went down the narrow stone stairs with the phone still pressed against his ear and his pistol swinging in his other hand, and by the time he reached the bottom, where the air turned thick and cold and tasted of damp earth and old candle wax, he could already hear his wife breathing in the dark like a woman who was trying very hard not to be sick.The crypt was a long low cellar of grey brick and cracked flagstones, lit only by a single oil lamp that Sophia had set down on the floor beside the open coffin, and in the trembling yellow light she stood with her back pressed against a pillar and her hands clamped over her mouth, staring at the thing on the slab with eyes that had gone wide and glassy and far away."Sophia," Ethan said gently, "step away from it and come to me.""I thought the lid had been pushed from the inside," she whispered through her fingers, "because it was lying sideways across the top and the wood was split, and I thought s
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"Sorry, kid," said Abel Harrow, and the pistol did not waver by so much as a hair.Ethan Cole looked at it, then at the scarred face above it, then at the sleeping baby on Gerald's knee, and he let out a long, slow, theatrical sigh, the sigh of a man who has been served a cold dinner in a very expensive restaurant."You know what, Abel?" he said. "I'd like to say I'm shocked. I'd like to say I'm hurt. But honestly, I picked you because you had the face of a man who sells his mother for a sandwich, and you've lived up to it beautifully.""Ethan.""Don't Ethan me, you dried up old walnut. Twelve years you've been hiding in a motel, drinking the cheap stuff, telling me 'that's why they chose you', and all along you were Silas's bitch.""It isn't.""What's his price? A pension? A cabin? A nice little urn for your ashes?""Ethan, it's not.""Shut up, Harrow," wheezed Gerald, through his wired teeth, in a gleeful whistle. "Let the boy talk. I do so love it when he talks. It makes me feel ri
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The yellow duck sat on the pillow exactly where Ethan had left it two nights before, with its little orange beak and its fat painted eyes, and round its neck, tied in a neat bow of white surgical thread, hung a square of card that said TICK TOCK G in thick black marker.Ethan stood over the empty cot with his hands in his pockets and did not touch it.He did not look at the card, either.He was looking at the floor."Sir," said the nurse, a fat young woman with a blotchy face and a lanyard that read Chloe, "I swear on my mother's life, I only went to the toilet for two minutes.""Two minutes.""Three, maybe.""Which is it, Chloe?""Three!" She burst into tears. "The guards were right there, sir, they never moved! He came in with a trolley, in scrubs, with a badge, I thought he was from Theatre!""What did he look like?""Tall. Thin. A mask.""Eyes?""Brown.""Walk?""I don't." She sniffed. "Limped, a bit. On the left."Ethan crouched, slowly, and looked at the lino, and there, in the
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THE ASHFORD FAMILY CHAPEL, THE HILLSThe roof came down in one long, groaning, thunderous sheet of fire, and Ethan Cole, flat on his back in the wet grass with a hot lead box clutched to his chest and a woman in a black hat sitting astride his ribs, stared up at the black sky and said, in a very small, very polite voice, "Sophia, you're on my lung.""Shut up.""I can't breathe.""Good." She was slapping at his burning coat with both hands, her hat gone, her hair wild, her face streaked with soot, and she was crying and swearing at the same time, in a voice he had never heard from her in his whole life. "You stupid, stupid, suicidal bastard! You ran into a burning building! For a box!""It's not just a box.""I don't care what it is!""It's my mother's.""I don't care if it's the Holy fucking Grail, Ethan Cole, I will not be a widow at twenty six because you wanted to be a hero!" She grabbed him by the collar and shook him, hard, so that his head knocked on the ground. "Do you understa
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