Contents (117)
- Jailbird
- Caro Savage
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- Chapter 52
- Chapter 53
- Chapter 54
- Chapter 55
- Chapter 56
- Chapter 57
- Chapter 58
- Chapter 59
- Chapter 60
- Chapter 61
- Chapter 62
- Chapter 63
- Chapter 64
- Chapter 65
- Chapter 66
- Chapter 67
- Chapter 68
- Chapter 69
- Chapter 70
- Chapter 71
- Chapter 72
- Chapter 73
- Chapter 74
- Chapter 75
- Chapter 76
- Chapter 77
- Chapter 78
- Chapter 79
- Chapter 80
- Chapter 81
- Chapter 82
- Chapter 83
- Chapter 84
- Chapter 85
- Chapter 86
- Chapter 87
- Chapter 88
- Chapter 89
- Chapter 90
- Chapter 91
- Chapter 92
- Chapter 93
- Chapter 94
- Chapter 95
- Chapter 96
- Chapter 97
- Chapter 98
- Chapter 99
- Chapter 100
- Chapter 101
- Chapter 102
- Chapter 103
- Chapter 104
- Chapter 105
- Chapter 106
- Chapter 107
- Chapter 108
- Chapter 109
- Chapter 110
- Chapter 111
- Acknowledgments
- More from Caro Savage
- About the Author
- About Boldwood Books
It was a lucrative business indeed and Bailey was eager to find out more about quantities and frequencies of deliveries so she could get a sense of the scale of their operation, as well as any insights into the nature of the organised crime group on the outside who were supplying the drugs. However, not wanting to appear too interested, she contented herself with an obedient nod.
Toni clapped her on the back and smiled, her gold tooth sparkling in the corner of her mouth. ‘You did good. You’re one of us now. And soon you’ll be reaping the rewards.’
Chapter 50
Bailey closed her eyes and savoured the dreamlike piano chords of Beethoven’s ‘Moonlight Sonata’ through the earpiece of the phone receiver.
‘Hello, Bailey,’ said Frank, the music cutting off abruptly.
Her eyes blinked open.
‘I’ve located the source of the drugs,’ she said, without any preamble. ‘It’s a prison officer by the name of Terry Brinkle.’
She then proceeded to recount the nature of the transaction in the chapel, the cash and the drugs involved.
‘Excellent work,’ he said when she had finished. ‘This is exactly the kind of information the drugs squad want to know.’
‘Alice must have been on the cusp of identifying Terry when she was murdered.’
‘Let me check something quickly,’ he said.
She heard the sound of computer keys tapping in the background.
He came back on the line: ‘I just looked at the prison officers’ rota. I got a copy off the murder investigation team. It says here that Terry was one of those who was on duty the night that Natalie was murdered.’
‘What about Alice and Poodle?’
‘Just a sec…’
She waited tensely as he checked, listening to his ragged breathing – he was evidently as excited as she was.
‘According to this,’ he said. ‘Terry was on duty when Alice was killed but not when Poodle was killed. He had a day off.’
‘Well, assuming that he just facilitated where necessary, he only actually needed to be on duty when Natalie was murdered as that required the most facilitation.’
‘I think we’ve narrowed it down sufficiently to point to Terry as their agent on the other side of the bars. Do you think he’s working alone, or do you think there are other members of staff involved? By the sounds of things, it’s quite a slick and well-organised operation with fairly significant quantities involved. I’d be surprised if he isn’t getting some kind of assistance.’
‘The gang haven’t mentioned anyone else and he’s the only member of staff I’ve conducted business with so far.’
‘Well, we’ll just focus on him for the time being. You’ve done excellent work in managing to identify him.’
‘Alice said he was well concealed. And he certainly makes an effort to be that way.’
‘He can’t afford not to be. Have you heard what they do to ex-screws inside?’
‘No. What?’
‘They chuck a cup of boiling water over them. Except that they put sugar in it. That makes it stick to you like napalm, so it melts your skin.’