Bye Bye Baby

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I was back on the bed, probably half an hour later, when I heard footsteps in the corridor outside. The key scraped in the lock again and my uncle stepped into the cell.

"Thank Christ," I said.

"You sure you don't want to see a Police Federation representative?" he asked.

"For beating up Dutton? Everybody knows he asked for it."

"Come with me," he said.

I didn't need to be asked twice.