The Wrong Kind of Free의 모든 챕터: 챕터 1 - 챕터 4

The Wrong Kind of Free SHAW “We’re not fucking this up,” I said out loud to myself and the legions in my head while I stood on the mayor’s pavement with my duffel bag hanging from one fist and the weight of the parole bracelet firm on my ankle. Unlike every other blokes on parole, I got placed in the mayor’s house. Like I’m one hell of a dangerous criminal that needed proper scrutiny. I’ve been staring at the huge mansion for three minutes now and it still doesn’t look real. It’s the kind of house that exists to remind you what old money looks like even when it stops trying to be subtle. It’s all dark stones and high windows and a front door that probably costs more than everything I’ve ever owned combined. I was told as a warning by Officer Bill, the prison warden that there were more cameras here than in Blackbridge.Of course, he’s lying. But I get that he kinda wants me to stay out of trouble. I shift the duffel on my shoulder. I am to reside here, report weekly, sta

The Devil makes Breakfast SHAW The knock comes at seven forty-three. I know because I’d been awake since six, staring at the ceiling with the alertness of someone whose body has forgotten how to sleep somewhere safe. “Mr. Carter?” Mrs. Able’s voice is soft through the door. “Mr. Lucas is asking for you to join him for breakfast.” I stare at the ceiling for three more seconds. “I’ll be right down,” I say. She pads away and I sit up and ask myself what fresh hell this is. Lucas does not strike me as a breakfast-invitation kind of person. Lucas strikes me as the kind of person who would happily watch me starve and describe it as a character building exercise. So whatever this is—this summoning, because that’s what it is, nobody sends their housekeeper to knock at seven forty-three to extend a warm, genuine invitation—it has an agenda attached to it. I freshen up in seven minutes. Splash water on my face, brush my teeth, change into my second least wrinkled shirt. Look a