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
‘Nice.’
‘And I’m sure he’s well aware of that. Which means when we catch him, he’ll do anything to avoid a custodial sentence. He’ll give up the gang in the blink of an eye if he thinks it’ll get him off. We’ll have much more leverage over him than we would over your average inmate. Once we’ve got him in an interrogation room, we’ll make him spill the beans on everything, including the organised crime group who are behind the supply of drugs to the prison.’
‘And then we can finally find out exactly what happened to Alice.’
‘Sure. We’ve just got to catch him. The important thing is to get him in the act. We need you to find out exactly when the next delivery is going to take place.’
Chapter 51
It was raining outside, a soporific patter which threatened to lull her to sleep even though it was only three in the afternoon. Lying face-down on Poppy’s bunk, Bailey would almost have felt cosy in here, were it not for the persistent jabbing pain of the tattoo needle drilling its patterns into her flesh.
Poppy knelt astride her, concentrating intently on the intricacies of the design, pausing occasionally to dip the needle in the pot of ink that stood on the chair beside the bunk.
‘It’s like the penthouse suite up here,’ said Bailey. ‘You’re lucky – you’ve got a nice view. You can see over the walls.’
Poppy lifted the whirring tattoo gun from her back for a moment.
‘Sometimes when I’m bored I look out of the window and try to count the sails of the windsurfers on the reservoir. On hot days, I wish I could swim in there. It’s so close… yet so… you know.’
‘Well, actually, taking a shower in here is kind of like having a swim in the reservoir. That’s where the prison pipes in all its water from apparently.’
‘How d’you know that?’
‘Maggie cornered me and some others while we were waiting to use the phone. She’s a veritable fountain of knowledge about the prison.’
‘Oh god, I should have known! That woman is so bloody tedious! She always manages to pin you down and then she talks at you and you just have to stand there and listen to her.’
‘So I guess that means you’re not interested in hearing about the meaning of the name. I thought it was kind of interesting.’
‘It’s named after some river or something. Yeah I know all about that.’
‘She told me that when this place was built in the 1800s it used to draw its water directly from a subterranean tributary of the River Foxbrook. But the river dried up in the thirties after they dammed it in order to build the reservoir.’
‘I find history so boring. It’s all in the past. What’s the point of knowing about it? Who cares?’
‘Don’t they say those who forget history are condemned to repeat it? History helps us to learn from our mistakes. And mistakes are the reason we’re in here, aren’t they?’