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If anyone had asked Terry Carter as a child what job he’d be doing at this age, prison officer wouldn’t’ve even been in his first twenty guesses. Hell, if someone asked him five years ago the result would’ve been the same. But redundancy from the theatre meant he’d been desperate for work — any work — and he’d been amazed to discover just how accessible this job had been. Then again, how many people fancied spending their days in prison, even if they were getting paid for it?
But when all was said and done, Terry didn’t mind the job. At the end of the day, it was work, and it’d come at a time when he would’ve been grateful for just about any job. He’d always been under the impression that prison officers had to be big, beefy blokes who’d otherwise be working as bouncers or trainers in
