Chapter 3Clutching the iron beam in his cell, Joe pulled himself up and down, replaying the last days before his arrest over and over in his mind. It wasn’t any good dwelling on those last days of freedom, but what else could he do? He was in here all day. They wouldn’t let him out to work. He only had an hour of fresh air a day in the yard and that was never enough. All they ever did in the yard, was walk around in circles, blinded by snow.
Again, Joe thought of that day he’d found the man in his house. He’d beaten him up, yes, but the man had been robbing them. There was something wrong with the way Joe’s case had been so easily settled. Sometimes, Joe couldn’t help thinking he’d been set up. He never did trust the Vascali brothers, and maybe the feeling had always been reciprocal. Why
