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Chapters (52)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Page
  3. Dedication
  4. Acknowledgements
  5. BOOK ONE
  6. Chapter One
  7. Chapter Two
  8. Chapter Three
  9. Chapter Four
  10. Chapter Five
  11. Chapter Six
  12. Chapter Seven
  13. Chapter Eight
  14. Chapter Nine
  15. Chapter Ten
  16. Chapter Eleven
  17. Chapter Twelve
  18. Chapter Thirteen
  19. Chapter Fourteen
  20. Chapter Fifteen
  21. Chapter Sixteen
  22. Chapter Seventeen
  23. Chapter Eighteen
  24. Chapter Nineteen
  25. Chapter Twenty
  26. Chapter Twenty-One
  27. Chapter Twenty-Two
  28. Chapter Twenty-Three
  29. Chapter Twenty-Four
  30. Chapter Twenty-Five
  31. BOOK TWO
  32. Chapter Twenty-Six
  33. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  34. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  35. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  36. Chapter Thirty
  37. Chapter Thirty-One
  38. Chapter Thirty-Two
  39. Chapter Thirty-Three
  40. Chapter Thirty-Four
  41. Chapter Thirty-Five
  42. Chapter Thirty-Six
  43. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  44. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  45. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  46. BOOK THREE
  47. Chapter Forty
  48. Chapter Forty-One
  49. Chapter Forty-Two
  50. Chapter Forty-Three
  51. Chapter Forty-Four
  52. Epilogue

Donna got back into bed, her mind numb now. The car lot had been destroyed by vandals . . . She shook her head in the darkness. She didn’t believe that.

Whoever had destroyed the car lot had a reason, and the reason had something to do with Georgio. She wasn’t sure of this because she had no proof; it was purely gut instinct.

She had found out so much over the last few months, and now she had to face Georgio with her knowledge, or lack of knowledge as the case may be. But on one thing she was determined. Tomorrow she would find out exactly what was going on. Georgio owed it to her.

More importantly, she owed it to herself to find out.

She was still awake when the first fingers of light crept in at her bedroom windows.

Chapter Nine

Chapter Nine

The prison environment was already getting to Georgio. He wondered, at times, if without the presence of Lewis, he might have found it easier to bear. Many of the inmates shared a rough camaraderie. If a man’s wife had sent him a Dear John, there was always someone to advise him.

The sound of a young inmate on a ten-stretch, crying his heart out, was rarely mentioned the next day by the other men. The futility of their situation was often the hardest thing to bear. Lock-up every night at seven-thirty was hard; even a ten-year-old child was allowed the freedom of an evening to watch TV or write a letter, read a book or go for some air in the garden. For the men sharing a cell it was either easier to bear, because you could chat for a while, or harder because you were locked in a small space with someone you detested, and to add insult to injury, you were also forced to share their toilet facilities. Nothing was private. Opening your bowels was done before an audience.

A few of the other cons were quite intelligent. Those were a bonus, as far as Georgio was concerned. Many were not exactly bright. Most men used up hours of their day in the gym. Pumping iron was an escape, a way to get rid of excess energy or sexual desire. A way to keep in shape, hang on to a bit of self-respect. All the men had hard bodies; even the older ones had physiques a younger man, living an easy live on the outside, would have envied. Pumping iron was also a defence mechanism. The bigger you were, the less chance of a confrontation. In an environment where a fight could ensue over a matchstickthin roll-up, it was only common sense to at least look as if you could take care of yourself.