“Shut up, you little pervert.” Joe recognized Williams’s voice and then heard a thump.
Suddenly, Dubois was eerily quiet.
Joe was being dragged out into the hall. “Williams,’’ he screamed, “what’d you do to him? Did you hurt him?”
There was no answer from any of them. Joe glanced over at the guard clutching his right arm. It was Crawford, the old geezer. “Where you taking me?” he asked him, wheezing.
Not the hole. He couldn’t go back there. No.
“Take that animal to Warden Cooke right now,” Williams shouted, coming up on them.
“What’d you do to Dubois?” Joe struggled to turn his head. “Is he hurt?”
“Ah! You wanna know if he’s hurt? You were trying to stuff your big Italian sausage up his pretty little hole.” Williams sneered at him, grabbing his left arm. “He’s a feisty little cocksu
