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Chapters (99)
  1. About the Author
  2. Also by John Connolly
  3. THE NAMELESS ONES
  4. John Connolly
  5. Dedication
  6. Contents
  7. Author’s Note
  8. I
  9. Chapter I
  10. Chapter II
  11. Chapter III
  12. Chapter IV
  13. Chapter V
  14. Chapter VI
  15. Chapter VII
  16. Chapter VIII
  17. Chapter IX
  18. Chapter X
  19. Chapter XI
  20. Chapter XII
  21. Chapter XIII
  22. Chapter XIV
  23. Chapter XV
  24. Chapter XVI
  25. Chapter XVII
  26. Chapter XVIII
  27. Chapter XIX
  28. Chapter XX
  29. Chapter XXI
  30. Chapter XXII
  31. Chapter XXIII
  32. Chapter XXIV
  33. Chapter XXV
  34. Chapter XXVI
  35. Chapter XXVII
  36. Chapter XXVIII
  37. Chapter XXIX
  38. Chapter XXX
  39. Chapter XXXI
  40. Chapter XXXII
  41. Chapter XXXIII
  42. II
  43. Chapter XXXIV
  44. Chapter XXXV
  45. Chapter XXXVI
  46. Chapter XXXVII
  47. Chapter XXXVIII
  48. Chapter XXXIX
  49. Chapter XL
  50. Chapter XLI
  51. Chapter XLII
  52. Chapter XLIII
  53. Chapter XLIV
  54. Chapter XLV
  55. Chapter XLVI
  56. Chapter XLVII
  57. Chapter XLVIII
  58. III
  59. Chapter XLIX
  60. Chapter L
  61. Chapter LI
  62. Chapter LII
  63. Chapter LIII
  64. Chapter LIV
  65. Chapter LV
  66. Chapter LVI
  67. Chapter LVII
  68. Chapter LVIII
  69. Chapter LIX
  70. Chapter LX
  71. Chapter LXI
  72. Chapter LXII
  73. Chapter LXIII
  74. Chapter LXIV
  75. Chapter LXV
  76. Chapter LXVI
  77. Chapter LXVII
  78. IV
  79. Chapter LXVIII
  80. Chapter LXIX
  81. Chapter LXX
  82. Chapter LXXI
  83. Chapter LXXII
  84. Chapter LXXIII
  85. Chapter LXXIV
  86. Chapter LXXV
  87. Chapter LXXVI
  88. Chapter LXXVII
  89. Chapter LXXVIII
  90. Chapter LXXIX
  91. Chapter LXXX
  92. Chapter LXXXI
  93. Chapter LXXXII
  94. Chapter LXXXIII
  95. Chapter LXXXIV
  96. Chapter LXXXV
  97. Chapter LXXXVI
  98. Chapter LXXXVII
  99. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

And so the questioning had continued until, having deprived Diop of sleep, restricted his access to food and water, and beaten him a little, his interrogators decided that he had told them all he could, and it was time for him to languish in a cell until the courts got around to trying him as an accessory to terrorism. Only as he was being taken to Fleury-Mérogis did Diop learn of Fouad Belkacem’s murder. He already knew that Marković had been shot and killed. The police had appeared curious to learn who might have been responsible, which surprised Diop since he had assumed that the police had themselves killed Marković. Now, it seemed, Fouad was also dead. Baba Diop found this troubling because he recognized that, depending on the culprits, he might be next in line.

All of which explained how Baba had come to be confined in Fleury-Mérogis. After being brought before an investigating judge, he was remanded to a supposedly secure unit of the prison’s maison d’arrêt des hommes, where he was likely to remain for the foreseeable future. Following his eventual trial, the end result of which Diop could gloomily predict, he would most likely end up back at Fleury-Mérogis, or even be given the opportunity to find out for himself whether La Santé was, in fact, cursed, or if its refurbishment had succeeded in banishing the hex. This was how Diop saw the next decade or so of his life unfolding. It made him sad. He was not a wicked man. He had tried not to hurt people unless absolutely necessary, but it had been his misfortune to fall into bad company on many occasions, and in at least four different countries.

Diop was not unalarmed at the prospect of incarceration in Fleury-Mérogis. He was aware of its large Muslim contingent and its reputation as a font of radicalism. Amedy Coulibaly, the Malian who murdered a policewoman and four Jews in Paris in 2015, and Chérif Kouachi, one of the two brothers who shot twelve dead at the Paris offices of Charlie Hebdo magazine, had both been radicalized by their time at the prison. Diop, one of his fellow detainees warned him as they were placed in the van, would be entering an environment that was unsympathetic at best to non-Muslims, and policed by unarmed guards who preferred not to risk their lives by stepping into the exercise yard when the prisoners were at liberty there.