The guard didn't respond. He just walked away. The minute the cell door closed Adrian started feeling claustrophobic. How was he going to get through sixteen months of this? He wondered if he would have a cell mate.
In some ways that would be worse. The cell was small enough as it was. In other ways it would be better. Adrian needed to calm himself down. He thought of Trudy.
Thank GOD I was able to spare her from this. I can't imagine how I would feel if she had to suffer through this. I wonder what she's doing now. He wondered if she was thinking about him. He hoped she was… and at the same time he hoped she wasn't because he knew this was killing her.
He counted the bars on the cell door. There were 9 in all. Damnit! One more bar and it would have been an even 10. That was going to set off his order of balance.
He counted the bars on the window. There were also 9 in all. He comforted himself with that because 9+9=18. While 18 may not have been as good a number as 10 it was still an even number. The most important thing of course was that Trudy was still safe.
He knew that Trudy wasn't guilty of anything. Trudy was incapable of committing a crime. She was incapable of doing anything that was imperfect. Who could have- then it hit him. He knew exactly who did it.
He remembered what the judge said. She had said, I told you I would get you. She had said that. The day the judge's daughter was put to death she had said, "Mr. Monk one day I will get you. You won't know when or where or how but I will get you"
He would not break. This woman would not get the best of him. He had done what he had to do and that's what he was doing now. Trudy had to come first. He would win this one way or another.
