But he does anyway. “—then he finds a nurse in the infirmary who needs to put a child through college or an inmate whose cousin owes a debt. He finds a syringe with the wrong thing in it, or a toothbrush with a sharpened handle, and your woman gets an unfortunate little prick. There is an endless supply of all of those things in there. Endless. You know this.”
I do know it. That’s the part that’s wrecking me.
“Listen to me, nephew: She is safer in there hating you than out here loving you.”
I look out of the window. We’re crawling east on Houston. A delivery guy on an e-bike weaves around a double-parked van, middle finger raised at no one.
I glance back at Afon. “Give me one of those.”
Afon’s eyebrow climbs. “Plemyannik, now is not the time to start bad habits.”
“Give me a f*****g c
