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
Some part of him sensed her presence as he promptly twitched, then awoke. He looked up at her blankly and then started with a panic, sitting up sharply in his chair.
‘What are you doing here?’ he exclaimed, affronted. ‘This office is out of bounds to inmates!’
‘Sorry. I just heard a noise…’
‘No respect! That’s the problem with you lot. Not one of you harlots knows the meaning of the word “respect”. That’s why you’re all in here.’
‘You’re drunk,’ said Bailey in disgust.
‘I am not!’ he said indignantly.
‘I can smell it on your breath. Even from here.’
He looked her up and down critically.
‘For by means of a harlot a man is reduced to a crust of bread.’ He nodded and smiled to himself. ‘Proverbs, chapter six, verse twenty-six.’
‘How about Proverbs, chapter twenty-three? As I recall, it’s got a bit about those who “tarry too long at the wine”.’
He stared at her sullenly with his glassy bloodshot eyes.
‘Do you want to confess or not?’ he slurred aggressively.
‘To you? I don’t think so.’
She backed rapidly out of his office, leaving him to rant to himself.
One thing seemed likely. Toni probably hadn’t gone to the chapel to talk to Father O’Malley, because he’d been asleep in a drunken stupor.
So why had she gone there?
Chapter 29
Normally, the way it worked was that an informant introduced the undercover police officer to the criminal group that they were trying to infiltrate. This was usually arranged as part of some kind of deal that the informant had done with the police in order to avoid prosecution or jail time. Having an informant who was already a member of the group to vouch for the police officer was crucial in gaining their trust.
Once they were successfully infiltrated, the undercover police officer would subsequently introduce and vouch for another police officer and so on, so that it was harder for the criminals to trace the infiltration back to the original informant once the operation was over.
In here, however, for better or for worse, Bailey was all alone. She was going in cold. She had no informant to introduce her to the gang, so it was a much more challenging situation in terms of getting to know them and getting them to trust her, a relative newcomer to the prison. She needed to engineer an appropriate situation to facilitate her infiltration into the gang. And that was going to require a certain amount of creativity.
Based on her observations, she had ascertained that each member of the gang was allocated an area of the prison in which to sell drugs.
When it came to free association time, she walked methodically around each wing of the prison and along every landing until she had located Toni. As the leader of the gang, she knew it had to be Toni who she targeted.
Toni was leaning on an upper balcony of D-Wing, casually lounging, her hands in the pockets of her jogging top, sporadically conducting transactions with a succession of inmates.