Convicts detained at His Majesty’s Pleasure in April 1936 were issued half an ounce of plain tobacco and a dozen cigarette papers each month, but Gabriel was so skilled at cards, he rarely rolled his own. He stood quietly in the shadow of the watchtower, smoking a Pall Mall and taking their measure. Jeers and laughter rang through the crisp spring air as the inmates emerged, but Gabriel didn’t join in. Then the new men would be led down Wentworth’s long green and white halls to be kitted out. First they would be marched to the infirmary, where their leg irons would be unlocked and a cursory medical exam would follow. Gabriel MacKenna knew precisely what awaited them. They arrived by bus, shuffling single file down the vehicle’s steps and into the exercise yard. New inmates came to Wentworth Men’s Prison on Sunday afternoons. F., a lion among men and J.M., every day, especially Tuesdays Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictiously any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental.įor M. Publisher’s Note: This is a work of fiction. Without limiting the rights under copyright reserved above, no part of this publication may be reproduced, stored or introduced into a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means (electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise), without prior written permission of both the copyright owner and the above publisher of this book. No part of this eBook may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the author.
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