That was all he did know. Old Shinny had been clearly puzzled as well, but in the end he had concurred with the diagnosis. He tried to light one of the Blue Tips and couldnt because it kept missing the rough strip or falling out of his hand. Just the instant it cleared the doorframe — a push — The pin was simultaneously starting to bend and slip.
He had no choice — he had to see.
Misery ran through the last four (or maybe it was five) months of his life, all right, plenty of Misery, Misery day in and Misery day out but surely that was too simple, surely — Oh no, Paul. The ID was gone but the money was still there, the bills — mostly fifties — crisp and fresh.