When Joe heard steps coming down the tier, he sat at the edge of his new cot, looking out at the trail of light now reaching through the bars.
Hours. He’d been waiting for hours.
Soon, the last bell would ring and the lights would die out one by one.
He didn’t know how this night would end.
He only needed Dubois to contest every one of Cooke’s allegations against him.
The guard reached his cell, and the instant Joe saw Dubois’s face—those green eyes of his—the reality of what Cooke had confided to him gripped his throat and caused Joe a deep pain.
Had Dubois really known that Victor was planning on having him arrested that day?
A few seconds later, Dubois stood inside the cell. “Joe, are you all right?’’
Joe stared at him, anger and hurt clouding his vision.
Dubois frowned and tip
