“Yeah, and believe it or not, I’m not an idiot.”

Sebastian smirked. “I didn’t say you were. Who taught you to play?”

Rory bit his lip, then mumbled, “My grandad at first, then my dad.”

“I hate to admit it, but you’re good. Really good.”

“I beat your sorry ass.”

Sebastian’s eyebrows shot up, and Rory thought he’d crossed a line, but then an amused rumble escaped Sebastian’s lips. “You did that time, but next time…”

“I’ll beat you again.”

“I like your confidence.”

Rory listened to the shouts, and clunks of gates. “What are they doing with Teddy?”

“He’ll be thrown into solitary. I swear he’s spent more time there over the years than in the wing.”

“What did you say to calm him down?”

Sebastian hummed, then looked up. “I told him he was terrifying Ollie.”

“He likes Ollie?”

“Yeah. Teddy, he’s complicated. I don’t know what that was about though.”

Rory swallowed uncomfortably and averted his gaze.

“But you do, don’t you?”

“I think it had something to do with maggots.”

“What?”

“He had maggots in the cell, was keeping them in a tub on the windowsill and they freaked Ollie out. He was going to ask the guards to clear them out.”

“Maggots?” Sebastian mumbled, shaking his head. “Well, I guess Teddy’s even more complicated than I thought.”

“He’s not gonna, ya know, hurt Ollie if he finds out he was involved.”

“I told you before, he won’t hurt a hair on Ollie’s head.”

“Good.”

“I take it Captain’s made an appointment with the shrink?”

“He’s not very enthusiastic about it, but yeah.”

“He’s good, he’ll help.”

“Have you ever gone to see him?”

Sebastian snorted. “No, but I haven’t gone through hell and back. My mind isn’t fractured, it’s focused, fully intact.”

“Focused on what?”

“Revenge.”

“Revenge on who?”

Sebastian tipped his head back and chuckled. “The guy that put me in here.”

“You’re here because you killed Lester.”

“But why did I kill him? Because some asshole inspector got to him, turned him against me.”

“Who?”

Sebastian shook his head. “His name’s not important.”

“What are you gonna do to him?”

Sebastian’s eyes glinted. “The last thing he’ll hear before his world comes crashing down, will be a pop.”

He sat down on his bed, out of view.

Rory lay down and nipped at his nails.

Chapter Seven

Hamish leaned over the table. He pouted his lips, pushing up his moustache. “Well?”

“He’s out to get you.” Rory mumbled.

“Are you sure?” Morris asked. She was leaning against the door, staring at Rory with her usual disdain. They were in a small room near the booking in area, saved for private visits. If anyone asked, he was to say his uncle was visiting.

“Yeah.”

“What’s he planning?” Morris asked.