There is a pause. His face clenches, building up to something. ‘Did you mean what you said last night? About killing someone.’ ‘Oh yes. Yes, I did. In a desert. Arizona. Quite a long time ago. I don’t advise it.’ He laughs, doesn’t quite know if it is a joke. (It isn’t.) ‘Did you ever get caught?’ ‘No, not in the way you mean. No, I didn’t. But as you get older, Anton, you realise that you never get away with things. The human mind has its own. . . prisons. You don’t have a choice over everything in life.’
