Chapter 30

           TheSlammerstoodinanobscureplacebetweentheHomesteadandthenorthGladewall,hiddenbehindthorny,raggedbushesthatlookedliketheyhadn’tbeentrimmedinages.Itwasabigblockofroughlycutconcrete,withonetiny,barredwindowandawoodendoorthatwaslockedwithamenacingrustymetallatch,likesomethingoutoftheDarkAges.

           Newttookoutakeyandopeneditup,thenmotionedforThomastoenter."There’sonlyachairinthereandnothin’atallforyatodo.Enjoyyourself."

           Thomasgroanedinwardlyashesteppedinsideandsawtheonepieceoffurnitureanugly,ricketychairwithonelegobviouslyshorterthantherest,probablyonpurpose.Didn’tevenhaveacushion.

           "Havefun,"Newtsaidbeforeclosingthedoor.Thomasturnedbacktohisnewhomeandheardthelatchcloseandthelockclickbehindhim.Newt’sheadappearedatthelittleglasslesswindow,lookingthroughthebars,asmirkonhisface."Nicerewardforbreakin’therules.Yousavedsomelives,Tommy,butyastillneedtolearn"

           "Yeah,Iknow.Order."

           Newtsmiled."You’renothalfbad,shank.Butfriendsorno,gottarunthingsproperly,keepusbuggersalive.Thinkaboutthatwhileyasithereandstareatthebloodywalls."

           Andthenhewasgone.

           

           

           

           Thefirsthourpassed,andThomasfeltboredomcreepinlikeratsunderthedoor.Byhournumbertwo,hewantedtobanghisheadagainstthewall.TwohoursafterthathestartedtothinkhavingdinnerwithGallyandtheGrieverswouldbeatsittinginsidethatstupidSlammer.

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