THIRTY-EIGHT
The visit by DeWayne Radford-Mitchell had left David Jarrett deeply depressed. Not too difficult to get depressed when you are locked up in a maximum-security jail for a crime you did not commit, especially when facing thirty-two years.
He was never going to find enough money to pay DeWayne. No way. If DeWayne dropped out, stopped the campaign against Chloe Macbeth, the b***h had won. She would think she was off the hook, that he had forgotten about her. That she was safe.
No way.
No f*****g way, b***h. And then he began to realise, that no matter how hard Chloe was pushed, frightened, terrorised even, none of it would get him a day nearer to a release.
Concentrate on the appeal. Devote your energies on that.
And he also now recognised the only way he was going to get an
