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  1. Public Bookmark 19

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    Santino always woke up struggling for air. The walls of his cell closing in, crushing him into the present. He was shaky as he got to his feet, closing his eyes, stretching out his hands. He counted the steps to the opposite wall. Then he walked until his back was to the cell door, and counted the steps to the next well. He pressed his head against concrete, breathing in, then out. The walls snapped back into place, appeased by ritual. Santino lay back on his bed, folding his hands over his chest.

    Prison stank.

    It was an unrelenting stink of men crowded into tiny cells for the rest of their lives. Sweat, flatulence, body odour, vomit. Prison perfume. Santino breathed it in. Out. Choked it down. It grounded him in the mornings. People were beginning to stir. Everyone was quiet, save for those who murmured greetings to their neighbours, the words shredded away through concrete.

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    20 Aug 2017

  2. Public Bookmark 18

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    Santino tried to pull out of his sister’s grip once they crossed the threshold into the Continental, but her fingers only tightened. She marched them right up to the concierge, drawing polite glances that flicked over them, pretending disinterest. Santino knew better. They didn’t see a young woman and a child. They saw survivors.

    Gianna pushed a gold coin across the counter. “I’d like to see the Manager.”

    “One moment.” The concierge picked up the phone, dialling. Waiting. “Sir. Yes. Gianna and Santino D’Antonio. Yes.” He hung up. “He’s in his office, madame.”

    Once in the lift, Santino could no longer hold his tongue. “We can’t hide here forever. Not with the Baba Yaga behind us.”

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    20 Aug 2017

  3. Public Bookmark 31

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    John woke up to Daisy whining in his ear and an armful of grumpy mafioso poking him in the ribs, still half-asleep. “Your fucking dog,” Santino growled, and pulled the covers over his head. John got out of bed, yawning, and followed Daisy out of the bedroom through to Santino’s lavish private chambers. They dodged sculptures and antique furniture to the door, feet and paws sinking into plush carpeting.

    Outside, one of the duty guards raised an eyebrow when Daisy shot out, scrambling to the stairs. Still yawning, John followed her out, PJs riding low on his hips as he got her to the verandah. The sun was just rising. Daisy returned, looking relieved, and they headed back at a more sedate clip, Daisy curling up on an armchair while John retreated back to the bed.

    Santino cursed him in Italian when John burrowed under the sheets. “It’s ‘bout seven in the a.m.,” John said, merciless. “Rise and shine.”

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    19 Aug 2017

  4. Public Bookmark 4

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    Old friends, old memories and old ghosts.

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    16 Aug 2017

  5. Public Bookmark 3

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    Halloween and cards get laid out on the table.

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    16 Aug 2017