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‘So how did you get caught?’

‘One of the night watchrassed us up, didn’t he’

‘Why?’

‘He was up for a lary and did a deal with the scum’

‘Did he get off?’

‘Yeah, they dropped the charge, didn’t they, but nicked him for soed him up in the Scrubs … with my father’

407 pm

Mr Hocking drops in to say that he’s pleased I s talk He’s already inforovernor that I am not considered a security risk He’s only been with me a couple of minutes when his radio intercom asks him to report back to the security office immediately

‘We’ve had another one,’ are the only words I clearly hear I look suitably inquisitive

‘We’ve got a serial infor us who the drug dealers are and where we’ll find the next drop So far he’s been on the button every time’

‘Do you knoho the informer is?’ I ask

‘No idea, don’t want to know,’ he replies ‘All I can tell you is that the handwriting is the same every time’

DAY 210

WEDNESDAY 13 FEBRUARY 2002

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