15
While she waited for the kettle to boil, Melissa paid a visit to Oliver Ryder in his cell.
“I hear you’ve been behaving yourself,” she said as she peered through the small viewing window in the door of the cell. “What’s wrong? You ill?”
When more than half a minute passed without a response from the normally loudly vocal Oliver, Melissa changed tacks. “Do you want something to drink?”
Another half a minute ticked by before Oliver finally spoke, “Stella.”
It didn’t surprise Melissa that Oliver would ask for something like that, it was in his nature to be a pain. She sighed and resisted the urge to swear. “You know I can’t get you that, you can’t have alcohol in here. I can do you a cup of tea or coffee, or water – I think there might be a can of coke in the fridge, if you’d rather h
