Map of Velikiy Photo Gallery
He sat and stared at the locked door. I’ve been in prison cells before, he thought. I should be able to cope with this. But he had never been in a cell alone. He had always had a client, a client who depended upon him. He told himself that a prison cell was just another room. But so was a gas chamber, a mortuary, so was the condemned man’s dungeon. He stared at the door and remembered how Will Turner had looked as he had tried to hang himself from the hatch, from the wicket gate. He remembered the weight of the body, the dampness in the trousers and, above all, he remembered the smile.