Brace smiled easily and wheeled himself towards his cell. Although he waved to fellow inmates on the way and it would have been impossible for them to recognize any change of mood, he knew that he was becoming someone quite different. He had to be a kind of detective again, wily and untrusting. Making things happen. Vera might be determined to discover what had happened that summer night more than twenty years before, but he had to follow his own agenda. He couldn’t let her take control of the situation. There were people he needed to speak to. He needed to gather his friends around him again.
