He'd been taking notes. He was still writing. Handcuffs,' the cop said. He looked at the judge. No one expected this.
People react differently to the death sentence, hysterics, fainting, whatever.
He went on writing. And when he'd finished, he went to the cells with his head held high. Today's busy poachers don't mind the ugliness. They're pleased that day-trippers stay away. They earn well.