It was lock down in the Icebox.
They were to stay in their cells for the next forty-eight hours. There would be no meals. No yard. No work. Two guards and three inmates were dead. Novak was gone to meet his maker. Joe didn’t know if Levin had found out. He must have. Poor Levin.
Joe thought of Novak’s clear, honest eyes. He’d been a good man. Hadn’t deserved to die out there like an animal. He wished he could have stopped him. It had happened so fast. Had Novak wanted it to end? Novak had always been a man of action, a man who believed in hard work and redemption. Had this been his way of exiting the stage?
Joe couldn’t think about this anymore. He was only glad Christophe hadn’t been out there with them to witness the horror which played over and over in Joe’s mind. His cell seemed to
