Chapter 89

Henry lay still on the cold floor, feeling rid of that hunger, tiredness and tenseness and hearing the wail of the night wind over and above his head.

He felt the tenseness flow gradually from him as he begged Storm to shut the window of his office. Storm didn’t listen to him and Henry’s breathing grew less and less heavy and rapid until he could no longer hear it, then so slow and steady that the consciousness of breathing left him entirely, he remembered where he was now.

He was not at all sleepy as the awareness of the room came to him. He turned his head in the darkness towards his brother, Mark.

Mark was not breathing.

He wondered if Mark was sleeping or if he was trying to act as if he was asleep because somewhere deep in him he knew that he was lying here waiting for Mark to wake up.

Henry tried to recall just what had happened a few minutes ago, but could not. He tried to remember if the sound he had heard was from a gun, but could not. It was a