Chapter Six
British Military Prison, Singapore – 1958
“On yer feet, Grant. You got a visitor!”
Sergeant, soon to be demoted back down to Corporal, Jack Grant lifted the arm that was covering his face and squinted up at the Military Prison Officer who stood framed in the doorway. Grant was compact in size and build, stocky, with blond, almost white hair that had been cut short. He was several months shy of his twenty-seventh birthday. He had been in detention for the past week. No one seemed to know quite what to do with him.
In his hand the MP held the wooden truncheon that was his trademark and he slapped it absentmindedly into his palm. Almost as if he was looking for an excuse to use it.
“Who is it?” grunted Grant, rising up from the bed in his cell.
“Never you f*****g mind. On yo
