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Frank stared at the floor of his cell, shaking. He still couldn’t quite come to terms with the fact he’d been kept in here for so long. It was for his own protection, they told him. There was no way in hell this was safer than being allowed to stay at home. Even Gary f*****g McCann had been released on bail. Where was the justice in that?
Frank knew he’d been thrown under the bus. Yes, he got a slightly comfier bed and a couple of small luxuries other prisoners didn’t get, but these were only holding cells. They weren’t meant to house anyone for more than twenty-hour hours, never mind the best part of a month.
It was an odd atmosphere. The officers who worked here clearly knew what he was in for. Word will have got around quickly. He could tell by the looks on some of their faces exa
