Chapter Ten
Elmhurst Prison was a Victorian edifice of grey granite and grim despair, in roughly equal proportions. Whenever Rafferty found himself within its depressing walls, he conducted his business as briskly as possible, and got out again even quicker. He wanted no reminder of the punishment for wrong-doing. With his family and their predilection for involving him in their nefarious schemes, such a reminder was way too uncomfortable to be borne.
It was only in May that his brothers had dabbled in porn, and caused him no end of grief, before he’d finally managed to extricate them – and him – from their predicament. Not that they’d been grateful. Especially when he’d made them use their profits to pay off their cousin, Jailhouse Jack, for services rendered. If it wasn’t for Ma, he’d
