Chapters (52)
- Title Page
- Copyright Page
- Dedication
- Acknowledgements
- BOOK ONE
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- BOOK TWO
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- Chapter Thirty-Five
- Chapter Thirty-Six
- Chapter Thirty-Seven
- Chapter Thirty-Eight
- Chapter Thirty-Nine
- BOOK THREE
- Chapter Forty
- Chapter Forty-One
- Chapter Forty-Two
- Chapter Forty-Three
- Chapter Forty-Four
- Epilogue
Hanningfield marched from the room and the wardens all followed him sheepishly. Standing outside the Wing gates, the Acting Governor saw the bloodsoaked men and nearly lost the use of his voice.
Georgio stood to the fore of the men and shouted: ‘You had no right to put that scum in with us, no fucking right, man. We’re not nonces. You insulted us by putting that scum in with us. You’re to blame for this, mate, and you know it!’
The wardens, carrying guns, stood watching the performance with glee.
Hanningfield shouted: ‘Give this up now and I’ll try to get everything sorted out quietly. You must give up on what you’re doing.’
Georgio laughed. ‘Oh, we’ve stopped what we’re doing, Mr Hanningfield, sir. You can come in and clean up. In fact, we’ll help you if you like.’
All the men laughed derisively.
‘Open the gates, we’ll all go back to the rec room and you can take the weapons and deal with us there. We were trying to prove a point. Scum we might be, to the likes of you anyway, but there is no way we will countenance nonces on the Wing, no way at all.’
He put down his knife in full view of the Governor and the wardens and all the other men followed suit, even Big Ricky. Now the job was out of the way, Ricky had what he wanted and so did Georgio. All that remained was to get the trouble over with as soon as possible.
Back inside the rec room, the men all stood about waiting for the armed screws to arrive. They were there within two minutes. The men were all lined up against the far wall, and Georgio stood with the bucket behind him waiting for Mr Hanningfield to make his grand entrance.
He didn’t have to wait long. With the reassurance of armed men, and the quietness of the prisoners, Mr Hanningfield felt safe enough to walk into the room and assert his full authority. In the back of his mind were thoughts of how he would dwell on this part of the morning in his final report.
He looked around the room, his heart beating a tattoo as he saw Eros sitting in a corner of the room with Hall’s head still in his arms.