Inside the cell, Joe looked into his tin box and realized he was way behind on his letters. He settled in to write, but caught sight of a paper poking out from under Dubois’s pillow.
Again, curiosity got the best of him, and he stood and slipped the letter out.
It was dated December second. Today was the fifteenth. The letter was from Victor Vascali. It was very short and hadn’t been censored. Before he even read the words, jealousy coursed through Joe’s veins like fire.
My dearest. My all. My beautiful.
Please be strong, Christophe. I’m arranging for your quick release. Be brave, my love. Your servant forever.
Vittorio
Joe was disgusted.
What was this?
How could this invert believe he loved anything? Hadn’t Vascali corrupted the kid enough? Vascali had obviously poisoned Dubois’s
