Costa Crew 2: They Walk Among Us

Chapter 7 - Undiluted Hatred

"You wanted to see me, sir?" asked Lindsey Kirk.

Ewan Connelly, the head of Her Majesty's prison, nodded with a smirk. "There's been a request to see someone in your block."

Kirk hesitated. "Is it...her?"

"Let's leave the suspense out, it's Murphy," Connelly said excitedly. "Lindsey, we've kept the Godfather in our prison for four years and she hasn't even come close to breaking out."

"She hasn't exactly tried," Kirk reasoned.

"Because she knows it's hopeless to try," Connelly said smugly. "Anyway, it's the first time Murphy's had visitors, she could use this as a chance to escape. Make sure she doesn't."

Kirk nodded and returned to Cell Block C, where she greeted the guards on duty, Tracy Bradshaw and Astrid Turnbull. "Visitors for 420," she said briskly.

The pair frowned - well, frowned more than usual, and started down the corridor. This was the place where the most dangerous inmates were held. The serial killers, the escape risks - and the Godfather. "Stand away from the door," called Bradshaw.

The cell door clanked open and Amelia Murphy jumped to her feet. "Visitor," grunted Turnbull, fastening handcuffs round Amelia's wrists.

Amelia smirked. "How exciting," she said drily, following Bradshaw and Turnbull down the corridor. Then they reached the visiting area, and seeing the pair on the other side of the glass, her face split into an enormous grin. "Well. I wondered when you'd be dropping in."

Amelia sat down as the guards left, locking the door behind them. "So, to what do I owe this visit from on high?" she asked. "Oh, there's no need to look so tense. You chose to come here. I didn't plan this."

"We have some questions for you," said Paul Houston calmly. "This is off the record, so anything you say can't be used in evidence. However, I will not be held responsible if Becky decides to burst through the glass and beat you to death. So I would highly recommend answering."

Prison hadn't been kind to Amelia. Her hair was greasier, her skin paler, and frankly she looked half dead. But then Becky made eye contact with her, and she had never looked more alive. There was a glint in her eye, a sense of purpose, of determination. "I'm more certain than ever now," she hissed. "You killed my brother."

"Your brother," said Amelia thoughtfully, stroking her chin. Clearly she was enjoying this. "It's been a while since I saw your family, you'll have to remind me. Carl? Clark? No, that was that film kid...I know it began with a C, give me a minute. Callum? Connor?"

"You know it's Curt!" yelled Becky.

Amelia sniggered. "I don't remember having anyone called Curt Hidgens killed. It's possible I've forgotten of course, after a while they just blend into one."

Becky's eyes narrowed. "Oh, don't worry, you're the exception," added Amelia nonchalantly. "Mostly because you're still alive, but I won't forget killing you. I think I'd remember hearing the name Hidgens though. Why did you wait four years to ask me anyway?"

Becky hesitated, and that was all Amelia needed. "It was recent?"

Becky nodded. "The question is, why did you wait so long for revenge?"

Amelia rolled her eyes. "Hidgens, use your brain, you've made it clear that you have one. I don't deny it, nothing would give me more pleasure than putting a bullet through your head. But I'm in prison. How can I kill your brother if I'm in prison?"

"I know you did it!" Becky cried. "You have people on the outside, you could easily have one of them kill Curt. You couldn't stand losing to me, so you lashed out! You had nothing to gain, you did it to torture me!"