Chapter 29
But Williams was here this evening, standing guard by the door. His eyes were on Dubois.
Always on Dubois.
Through the steam, Joe noticed Dubois was quickly washing his face and hair, obviously aware of Williams’s attention on him. Joe sat in the tub right next to his, within arm’s reach, but couldn’t speak to Dubois, because he knew that one word from him would ignite Williams’s dark anger. Every muscle in Joe’s body was flexed, prepared for the worst.
“Scrub yourself, Vega,” Lebeau said, and cast a quick look Williams’s way. Joe didn’t like it. It was a conspirator’s look. “Come on, hurry up now.”
Joe poured some water over his head and shoulders, trying to keep his eyes opened through it all, blinking the water out. He wished Gauthier or old Crawford were here to watch these pigs.