Chapter 274

　　"Did you sleep well?" Ezekiel asked.

　　His thumb traced the circular rim of his crystal tumbler.

　　I did not look up from my plate.

　　"Perfectly well," I said.

　　The silver fork felt heavy in my palm. I speared a single rasher of bacon.

　　"Funny," he said. "The guard posted at the end of your corr...