The Nightingale ch 25White Collar: The NightingaleMore Like This
Neal sat in the corner of his eight by twelve home with his back against the wall. The small bed built into the wall that he was sitting on was only marginally more comfortable than the floor. With his knees pulled up to his chest he worked on a small paper origami crane. Pouring all of his concentration into each fold he created a perfect bird. He inspected his work with little actual interest in it.
Tossing the tiny origami onto the floor he picked up another sheet of paper off the bed and started another one. The floor was littered with the discarded paper birds. Finishing another bird Neal paused for a moment before adding it to the others. Resting his head against the concrete wall he closed his eyes and sighed.
Neal wasn't exactly sure how much time had passed, he guessed it was getting close to two months. His sense of time was bec