On the way to the phones, Bailey observed Dylan patrolling in her direction. He noticed her at almost exactly the same time that she noticed him. At the sight of her, he appeared to recoil slightly, an almost fearful expression on his face.
As they passed each other on the landing, he gave her the widest possible berth and refused to meet her eyes, keeping his gaze fixed firmly on the ground in front of him. She couldn’t help but smile to herself at the effect she had on him. No doubt he was still convinced that she was ‘one crazy bitch’ as he’d called her.
Clearly he hadn’t been suspended though. Not yet. It looked like Maggie hadn’t reported his misdemeanours with the inmates this time around, although Bailey got the impression that she’d probably given him a pretty stern telling-off. She hoped he’d learnt his lesson for the time being. At any rate, she couldn’t imagine he’d be coming onto her again. And she was pleased, at least, that she hadn’t ended up on the nicking sheet as a result of the whole incident. She contemplated reporting him if and when she got out of here, but decided that it probably wouldn’t be worth her while. Anyhow, there were slightly larger problems plaguing this prison and getting those ironed out was her main concern.
The queue down by the phones was thankfully short and she didn’t have to wait longer than a few minutes before one became free. She tapped in her PIN number and waited for Rita to answer.
‘Hello, Sullivan Knight Solicitors. How can I help?’
‘It’s Bailey Pike speaking. I’d like to talk to Mr Knight please.’
‘Just putting you through.’
Several seconds of Beethoven’s ‘Moonlight Sonata’, then Frank.
‘Hello?’ he said, a cautious tone in his voice.
‘It’s okay, Frank,’ she said. ‘No one’s listening in this time.’
‘Good. What happened? Is everything okay?’
She heard the worry in his voice, and it reassured her that he still cared for her as her boss.
‘Yeah. Just a little hiccup with my cover. I think I managed to straighten it out though.’
She glanced over her shoulder. She couldn’t spot any of the gang in the vicinity. Even so, she tucked herself further into the phone booth.
‘I want you to check something out for me. A name. A person.’
‘Who?’
‘Felicia Lee.’
‘Who’s that?’
She outlined the meagre amount of information she knew.
‘I thought you said Sharon was just in the wrong place at the wrong time,’ he said.
‘She wrote that name for a reason.’
‘Why would she write the name of her former cellmate in her own blood?’
‘Beats me. That’s why I want you to try and track her down.’
‘You said she escaped two years ago. That’s a long time. She could be anywhere by now.’
‘We’ve got four days until the next murder.’
‘I’ll do what I can but don’t get your hopes up.’
‘Felicia Lee is the key to this whole thing. I’m sure of it.’