第3部分

請關閉瀏覽器的閱讀/暢讀/小說模式並且關閉廣告遮蔽過濾功能，避免出現內容無法顯示或者段落錯亂。

w　him。　Percy　gave　me　a　look　that　said　we　all　knew　I　was　an　asshole　（except　for　the　big　dummy；　of　course；　who　only　knew　how　to　rape　and　murder　little　girls）；　but　he　didn't　say　anything。

The　three　of　them　stopped　outside　the　cell　door；　which　was　standing　open　on　its　track。　I　nodded　to　Harry；　who　said：　〃Are　you　sure　you　want　to　be　in　there　with　him；　boss？〃　I　didn't　often　hear　Harry　Terwilliger　sound　nervous　…　he'd　been　right　there　by　my　side　during　the　riots　of　six　or　seven　years　before　and　had　never　wavered；　even　when　the　rumors　that　some　of　them　had　guns　began　to　circulate　…　but　he　sounded　nervous　then。

〃Am　I　going　to　have　any　trouble　with　you；　big　boy？〃　I　asked；　sitting　there　on　the　bunk　and　trying　not　to　look　or　sound　as　miserable　as　I　felt…that　urinary　infection　I　mentioned　earlier　wasn't　as　bad　as　it　eventually　got；　but　it　was　no　day　at　the　beach；　let　me　tell　you。

Coffey　shook　his　head　slowly　…　once　to　the　left；　once　to　the　right；　then　back　to　dead　center。　Once　his　eyes　found　me；　they　never　left　me。

Harry　had　a　clipboard　with　Coffey's　forms　on　it　in　one　hand。　〃Give　it　to　him；〃　I　said　to　Harry　〃Put　it　in　his　hand。〃

Harry　did。　The　big　mutt　took　it　like　a　sleepwalker。

〃Now　bring　it　to　me；　big　boy；〃　I　said；　and　Coffey　did；　his　chains　jingling　and　rattling。　He　had　to　duck　his　head　just　to　enter　the　cell。

I　looked　up　and　down　mostly　to　register　his　height　as　a　fact　and　not　an　optical　illusion。　It　was　real：　six　feet；　eight　inches。　His　weight　was　given　as　two…eighty；　but　I　think　that　was　only　an　estimate；　he　had　to　have　been　three　hundred　and　twenty；　maybe　as　much　as　three　hundred　and　fifty　pounds。　Under　the　space　for　scars　and　identifying　marks；　one　word　had　been　blocked　out　in　the　laborious　printing　of　Magnusson；　the　old