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Authors: Louise Welsh
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the first place then, should they?’
It was the shrug that did it, the casual dismissal so soon after their own escape.
Magnus turned his back on Jeb and ran down the landing to the cell that had started the noise, expecting to feel the sudden scorch of a Taser. He slid the key into the lock and turned to cast a quick glance at Jeb. The other man was gone. Magnus hesitated, but the prisoner must have heard him on the other side of the door. The voice within became soft and wheedling.
‘C’mon, man, let me out. He died this morning. It’s fucking horrible. I’m going crazy in here.’
Magnus glanced over the landing, wondering if Jeb could have made it down the stairs to the lower hall so quickly, but there was no sign of him.
‘Come on, please, man. He died with his eyes open. They’re staring at me.’ The voice sounded tearful.
Magnus took a deep breath, turned the key in the lock, gave the door a shove and took a step backwards.
The man who emerged looked nothing to be frightened of. He had the beginnings of a sparse beard and his prison tracksuit was creased and grubby, but he was short and underweight, and the face beneath the beard looked young and tear-stained.
‘You don’t have anything to eat, do you?’
Magnus said, ‘No, sorry.’
‘Fuck, I’m starving.’
The stranger cast a look around the hall, as if he suspected there might be a buffet waiting somewhere. The noises coming from other cells were growing louder and more frantic. Desperation gave power to the banging; clenched fists and strong arms. Magnus hesitated, like a lion-keeper in a war zone, keen for his beasts to survive the bombing, but unsure of the consequences of opening their cages.
‘I’d leave them to rot if I were you, mate.’ The newly released man was walking companionably beside him. ‘I mean, I know you let me out, cheers and all that, but this wing’s full of nonces.’ He realised what he had said and added, ‘No offence meant.’
Magnus gave him the stare he reserved for hecklers. ‘None taken.’
The man was dressed in the same incriminating blue sweats as he and Jeb. Magnus wanted to add something about not being a sex offender or a child molester, but then a cell door opened. There was a rush of movement and Magnus was knocked across the landing and into the guardrail. Strong hands pinned him to the barrier.
‘Keys!’ Jeb’s face was too close, his features tight with anger.
Magnus slid a hand into his pocket and brought out the keys. The noise in the cells was a discordant wave, a choppy sea at ebb tide, but it was not loud enough to drown out the slam of the newly released prisoner’s feet against the stairs to the lower landings. Magnus handed the keys to Jeb. ‘Please, don’t lock me back up.’
Jeb shoved Magnus from him and jogged towards the stairs. Magnus followed, realising that he needed to stick close if he was to get through the series of locked doors that would take them out of the building and into the grounds beyond.
Nine
The main door of the wing led outside into a courtyard surrounded by high buildings. Jeb let it swing behind him and it was only luck that Magnus managed to catch it and slip out before the door slammed shut. ‘Look, I’m sorry. You were right. I should have left the other cells well alone.’
It was hot outside, the sunshine glaring. Jeb moved, keeping close to the wall like a soldier in an urban combat zone. Magnus followed, sticking to the shadows. The buildings that formed the courtyard were punctuated by ranks of barred windows. Each window indicated a cell; a prisoner dead behind a locked door or abandoned alive; pairs of staring eyes following their progress. The sensation of being watched made him think of a recurring nightmare he had of being on stage, the audience getting to their feet and coming slow and zombie-like towards him as he struggled to remember his routine. There were fresh nightmares waiting for him in the thought of those barred
It was the shrug that did it, the casual dismissal so soon after their own escape.
Magnus turned his back on Jeb and ran down the landing to the cell that had started the noise, expecting to feel the sudden scorch of a Taser. He slid the key into the lock and turned to cast a quick glance at Jeb. The other man was gone. Magnus hesitated, but the prisoner must have heard him on the other side of the door. The voice within became soft and wheedling.
‘C’mon, man, let me out. He died this morning. It’s fucking horrible. I’m going crazy in here.’
Magnus glanced over the landing, wondering if Jeb could have made it down the stairs to the lower hall so quickly, but there was no sign of him.
‘Come on, please, man. He died with his eyes open. They’re staring at me.’ The voice sounded tearful.
Magnus took a deep breath, turned the key in the lock, gave the door a shove and took a step backwards.
The man who emerged looked nothing to be frightened of. He had the beginnings of a sparse beard and his prison tracksuit was creased and grubby, but he was short and underweight, and the face beneath the beard looked young and tear-stained.
‘You don’t have anything to eat, do you?’
Magnus said, ‘No, sorry.’
‘Fuck, I’m starving.’
The stranger cast a look around the hall, as if he suspected there might be a buffet waiting somewhere. The noises coming from other cells were growing louder and more frantic. Desperation gave power to the banging; clenched fists and strong arms. Magnus hesitated, like a lion-keeper in a war zone, keen for his beasts to survive the bombing, but unsure of the consequences of opening their cages.
‘I’d leave them to rot if I were you, mate.’ The newly released man was walking companionably beside him. ‘I mean, I know you let me out, cheers and all that, but this wing’s full of nonces.’ He realised what he had said and added, ‘No offence meant.’
Magnus gave him the stare he reserved for hecklers. ‘None taken.’
The man was dressed in the same incriminating blue sweats as he and Jeb. Magnus wanted to add something about not being a sex offender or a child molester, but then a cell door opened. There was a rush of movement and Magnus was knocked across the landing and into the guardrail. Strong hands pinned him to the barrier.
‘Keys!’ Jeb’s face was too close, his features tight with anger.
Magnus slid a hand into his pocket and brought out the keys. The noise in the cells was a discordant wave, a choppy sea at ebb tide, but it was not loud enough to drown out the slam of the newly released prisoner’s feet against the stairs to the lower landings. Magnus handed the keys to Jeb. ‘Please, don’t lock me back up.’
Jeb shoved Magnus from him and jogged towards the stairs. Magnus followed, realising that he needed to stick close if he was to get through the series of locked doors that would take them out of the building and into the grounds beyond.
Nine
The main door of the wing led outside into a courtyard surrounded by high buildings. Jeb let it swing behind him and it was only luck that Magnus managed to catch it and slip out before the door slammed shut. ‘Look, I’m sorry. You were right. I should have left the other cells well alone.’
It was hot outside, the sunshine glaring. Jeb moved, keeping close to the wall like a soldier in an urban combat zone. Magnus followed, sticking to the shadows. The buildings that formed the courtyard were punctuated by ranks of barred windows. Each window indicated a cell; a prisoner dead behind a locked door or abandoned alive; pairs of staring eyes following their progress. The sensation of being watched made him think of a recurring nightmare he had of being on stage, the audience getting to their feet and coming slow and zombie-like towards him as he struggled to remember his routine. There were fresh nightmares waiting for him in the thought of those barred
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