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."The number-one guv'nor dismissed the charge and that screw hasn't been seen on my block since."Danny laughed for the first time since he had been in prison."Don't look up," whispered Liam as a fresh bucket of teabags was placed in front of Danny.Liam waited until the prisoner wearing a yellow armband had removed their empty buckets before he added, "If you ever come across that bastard, make yourself scarce.""Why?" asked Danny, glancing across to see a thin-faced man with a shaven head and arms covered in tattoos leave the room carrying a stack of empty buckets."His name's Kevin Leach.Avoid him at all costs," said Liam."He's trouble—big trouble.""What kind of trouble?" asked Danny as Leach returned to the far end of the table and started stacking again."He came home early from work one afternoon and caught his wife in bed with his best mate.After he'd knocked 'em both out, he tied 'em to the bedposts and waited for 'em to come round, then he stabbed 'em with a kitchen knife—once every ten minutes.He started at their ankles, and moved slowly up the body till he reached the 'eart.They reckon it must have been six or seven hours before they died.He told the judge he was only tryin' to make the bitch realize how much he loved 'er." Danny felt sick."The judge gave him life, with the recommendation that he should never be released.He won't see the outside of this place until they carry 'im out feet first." Liam paused."I'm ashamed to say he's Irish.So be careful.They can't add another day to 'is sentence, so he doesn't care who he cuts up."Spencer Craig was not a man who suffered from self-doubt or who panicked under pressure, but the same could not be said of Lawrence Davenport or Toby Mortimer.Craig was aware of the rumors circulating around the corridors of the Old Bailey concerning the evidence he had given during the Cartwright trial; they were only whispers at the moment, but he could not afford for those whispers to become legend.He was confident that Davenport wouldn't cause any trouble as long as he was playing Dr.Beresford in The Prescription.After all, he adored being adored by millions of fans who watched him every Saturday evening at nine o'clock, not to mention an income that allowed him a lifestyle that neither of his parents, a car-park attendant and a lollipop lady from Grimsby, had ever experienced.The fact that the alternative could well be a spell in jail for perjury concentrated the mind somewhat.If it didn't, Craig wouldn't hesitate to remind him what he could look forward to once his fellow cons discovered he was gay.Toby Mortimer presented a different sort of problem.He'd reached the point where he would do almost anything to get his next fix.Craig was in no doubt that when Toby's inheritance finally dried up, he would be the first person his fellow Musketeer would turn to.Only Gerald Payne remained resolute.After all, he still hoped to become a Member of Parliament.But the truth was it would be a long time before the Musketeers had the same relationship they had enjoyed before Gerald's thirtieth birthday.Beth waited on the pavement until she was certain there was no one left on the premises.She looked up and down the street before she slipped into the shop.Beth was surprised at how dark the little room was, and it took her a few moments before she recognized a familiar figure seated behind the grille."What a pleasant surprise," said Mr.Isaacs as Beth walked up to the counter."What can I do for you?""I need to pawn something, but I want to be sure that I can buy it back.""I'm not allowed to sell any item for at least six months," said Mr.Isaacs, "and if you needed a little more time, that wouldn't be a problem."Beth hesitated for a moment, before she slipped the ring off her finger and pushed it under the grille."Are you sure about this?" asked the pawnbroker."I don't have much choice," said Beth."Danny's appeal is coming up and I need—""I could always advance you—""No," said Beth, "that wouldn't be right."Mr.Isaacs sighed.He picked up an eyeglass and studied the ring for some time before he offered an opinion."It's a fine piece," he said, "but how much were you expecting to borrow against it?""Five thousand pounds," said Beth hopefully.Mr.Isaacs continued to make a pretense of studying the stone carefully, although he had sold the ring to Danny for four thousand pounds less than a year ago."Yes," said Mr.Isaacs after further consideration, "that seems to me to be a fair price." He placed the ring under the counter and took out his checkbook."Can I ask a favor, Mr.Isaacs, before you sign the check?""Yes, of course," said the pawnbroker."Will you allow me to borrow the ring on the first Sunday of every month?""That bad?" said Nick."Worse.If it 'adn't been for Liam the tealeaf, I would 'ave fallen asleep and ended up on report.""Interesting case, Liam," said Big Al, stirring slightly but not bothering to turn around."His whole family are tealeaves.He's got six brothers and three sisters, an'wance five o' the brothers and two o' the sisters wur aw inside at the same time.His fucking family must already have cost the taxpayer over a million quid."Danny laughed, then asked Big Al, "What do you know about Kevin Leach?"Big Al sat bolt upright."Don't ever mention that name ootside o' this cell.He's a nutter.He'd cut yur throat fur a Mars Bar, and if ye ever cross him." He hesitated."They hud tae shift him oot of Garside nick just because another con gave him a V sign.""Sounds a bit extreme," said Nick, writing down Big Al's every word."No efter Leach cut aff the two fingers.""That's what the French did to the English longbowmen at the battle of Agincourt," said Nick, looking up."How interesting," said Big Al.The klaxon sounded, and the cell doors were opened to allow them to go down and fetch their supper.As Nick closed his diary and pushed his chair back, Danny noticed for the first time that he was wearing a silver chain around his neck."There's a rumor circulating the corridors of the Old Bailey," said Mr.Justice Redmayne, "that Spencer Craig might not have been entirely forthcoming when he gave evidence in the Cartwright case.I hope it's not you who's fanning that particular flame.""I don't have to," Alex replied."That man has more than enough enemies willing to pump the bellows.""Nevertheless, as you are still involved in the case, it would be unwise for you to let your views be known among our colleagues at the Bar.""Even if he's guilty?""Even if he's the devil incarnate
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