Harry came in with the cafetière and crystallised sugar and fresh cream. Two bone-china cups sat daintily on the tray with silver teaspoons in the saucers.

‘Your coffee, Mr Lewis.’

‘Thank you, Harry, you can fuck off again now.’

Harry hurried from the cell.

‘You’re not saying much, Georgio. What’s the matter, cat got your tongue?’

Georgio shrugged. ‘Nothing to say. You seem to be doing all right on your own.’

Lewis picked up the cafetière and Georgio watched him battle with himself whether to throw the contents in his face or whether to pour it into the cups. The cups won.

‘You’re getting very flash, Georgio. I don’t like flash people. I heard a whisper on the wing that Big Ricky quite fancies you. I’d watch yourself there. A few years ago him and a few other blokes lay in wait for one fella in the shower. Took him in turns they did. He was in the hospital wing for a month. They’re big old boys, ’specially that Ricky. He’s well-endowed, or so I hear anyway. Ricky likes them dark-skinned and handsome. Mr Hendry the screw likes to watch. Bet you didn’t know that. Mr Hendry also pays good money to the rapists for transcripts of their trials. It’s all there in black and white, witness statements, exactly what happened to them. Bit sick if you ask me but whatever turns you on, eh? Funny man he is, Mr Hendry. A good friend of mine. You’re not drinking your coffee, Georgio. I hope our little chat ain’t put you off?’

Georgio picked up two lumps of sugar and plopped them into his coffee before adding the cream. ‘No, I’m just listening to you. There’s not a lot I can say really, is there?’

Lewis laughed, a real laugh. ‘I admire you, Georgio, in a funny way. Listen to me. Whatever happens in the future, it’s not really personal, you know. Just business.’

Georgio sipped his lukewarm coffee. Lewis being friendly was even more intimidating than his attempts at frightening him.

So far he had threatened Georgio’s wife, his brother, his parents and his businesses - to say nothing of Georgio’s own skin. The pressure was beginning to tell on him, and Lewis knew it. That was the worst of it: he knew it.

Lewis’s voice broke into his thoughts. ‘Would you like a Garibaldi to go with your coffee?’

Georgio shook his head in despair.

He had to get out of here, he couldn’t take much more.

Two days had passed since Paddy had shown the two Chinese men off Donna’s property. He had placed people strategically all over the sites, the car lot, and anywhere else Lewis might decide to get even with Georgio. It was all low key; Stephen Brunos was paying everyone double bubble, double time.