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Back The Jump
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

‘So the jump’s from the Island. Is it only Georgio we’ll be taking or is there more on the agenda? I had that happen to me a few years back in Turkey. I sprung a young drug-dealer, you might remember him from the papers - Kirkson. He was found with his throat cut outside the prison gates. Foolish boy. I could have had him home and dry within twenty-four hours. He tried to tuck me up, as you cockneys say. Biggest mistake he ever made. If I had been informed he wanted his girlfriend sprung with him, of course I would have obliged. But for a fee, of course.’

‘Of course.’ Alan’s voice was nearly jovial.

Eric knocked back his vodka and immediately poured another large measure for himself.

‘So, have you any thoughts on how you want him outed?’

Anthony shrugged. ‘We thought of helicopters—’

Eric interrupted him. ‘No chance, not on the Island. Since the jump from Durham there’s not an ounce of spare space in any of the four maxis. All wired. No chance for chock’s away. Choppers no good, chaps.’

He looked at Alan and Anthony as if waiting for more bright ideas.

Alan grinned. ‘We thought of getting him on a laydown. ’

Eric grinned back. ‘That’s more like it - except you can’t guarantee when the laydown is going to be. No, we need to know exactly when Georgio is going to be on the road itself. That’s the only way. Unless you can get news from inside as to when Section 43 is being put into operation, of course.’ He looked at the three blank faces. ‘Even the prison Governor doesn’t know until twenty-four hours beforehand, the Home Office are fuckers for that. It’s all the terrorists, you see, not the blaggers, that’s who it was brought in for. Barbaric rule if you ask me, but there you go. Pity Amnesty doesn’t shout a bit more about what goes on here instead of whining about south America all the time.’

Alan sipped his vodka. ‘Can you find out when a laydown is to be brought forward?’

Eric shook his head. ‘Not a hope in hell, Alan, old man. They’re very secretive about all that, I’m afraid. I have a contact in the Home Office, but he wouldn’t know himself until the day before. No one knows except the Chief and his close staff.’

Alan looked resigned.

Anthony finished his vodka and held out his glass for more. Eric filled it nearly to the brim.