“What’s wrong with you?”
Joe looked up to catch Levin watching him from across the table. “Nothing,” he said, chewing.
“Bishop says you’re not coming back until next week.”
Joe shrugged. “I guess so.’’ Why should he care? The woods weren’t going anywhere, and neither was he. “Well, I guess I’ll just catch up on my reading.”
“You’ve read the whole goddamn library, Vega.”
Novak squeezed Joe’s shoulder. “Want my rice pudding?”
“No, you eat it. I just sit around all day.” Across the room, Joe saw two guards accosting Dubois. What now?
He held his breath, watching.
They escorted Dubois out of the room.
“They took your boy out.”
“He ain’t my boy, Levin.” Angrily, Joe meshed the potatoes into the rest of the brownish sauce they called gravy. “Where do you think they’re taking him?” His
