She moved fast, keeping her head down. The corridor was full of bodies tonight, but she bullied her way past them, never once looking back. Expletives and abuse accompanied her clumsy progress and as she turned the corner into her wing, she felt a large glob of saliva hit the back of her neck. Normally she would have turned to confront the offender – she loved cracking bones – but there was no question of that tonight.

Lock‑up was only fifteen minutes away and Leah knew that if she could make it back to her cell she would be safe. She’d been lying low in the Skills Department, concealing herself in a disused storeroom, but when the bell rang for end of association, she knew she had to move. She was not superstitious by nature, but as she left her hiding place, she kissed her crucifix three times, muttering her boys’ names and praying for luck. She had a feeling she would need it.

They knew. And now they were coming for her. It was just a question of where and when. Holloway Prison is a maze of narrow, ill‑lit corridors, with numerous opportunities for ambush. Leah knew the terrain better than most – she’d been here five years already – but that was no guarantee of safety. Not when you were being hunted by the pack.

As she quickened her pace, Leah was suddenly overwhelmed by fear – she had the strong feeling that she would die in here, amid the filth and the misery. She could picture herself bleeding out on the floor, as her attackers circled her, their eyes full of hate . . .

‘Get yourself together, girl.’

The words came out in a harsh whisper and Leah cut them off abruptly, chiding herself for her weakness and stupidity. She was in deep trouble for sure, but she was nearly home – it would be crazy to mess it up now. Taking a deep breath, she emerged from the corridor and, crossing the gantry, skipped up the stairs to Level Two. She was treading lightly, trying not to make any noise, but her steps beat out a dull metallic rhythm. Her eyes darted left and right, expecting an attack at any moment, but to her surprise the way remained clear.

In fact, nothing seemed out of the ordinary tonight. As Leah scanned her wing, she saw the same old faces, jawing and laughing before their enforced separation for the night. Everybody seemed relaxed, even happy, and Leah now felt a surge of optimism. Perhaps all her fears had been for nothing. A short dash and she would be back in her cell, safe and sound.

All she had to do now was pick her moment.

She felt their eyes boring into her.

Hide and Seek

She was surrounded on all sides by women who’d slit her throat as soon as look at her

It had been like this ever since her arrival. Police officers sit somewhere between grasses and child killers in the prison pecking order, objects of morbid curiosity and derision. So from the gantries, the cell doorways, the serving hatches, they watched her. Detective Inspector Helen Grace was still awaiting trial, but she’d already been convicted by her fellow prisoners, who’d labelled her a murderer and a pervert, while doling out some old‑fashioned Holloway punishment. At the front of the queue were the handful of violent offenders that Helen had put away herself – for them getting even with the disgraced police officer was a duty as well as a pleasure.

Her only respite from the daily grind of petty insults and casual violence came during working hours – inmates knew better than to mess with the smooth running of the prison – but even here there was little cheer. Duties were apportioned by the prison staff and Helen’s nominated officer – a burly sadist called Campbell – took great delight in allotting her the most unpleasant tasks. Toilets and showers, medical waste, laundry and, worst of all, canteen clear‑up.

This was always a painstaking duty, but tonight it had been particularly gruelling, thanks to the mess left behind by ‘Lucy’. Lucy was a woman now living as a man, who’d nevertheless serve her sentence in Holloway as she was biologically female. She loathed the place and was fighting a tortuous legal battle to be transferred to a male prison. Her fellow inmates knew this and enjoyed provoking her, refusing to call her by her chosen name: Michael. Predictably things had kicked off again tonight and in the resulting brawl serious blows had been exchanged. Lucy had later vomited while being restrained, making Helen’s clean‑up operation even more unpleasant.

Helen was just finishing the job, eking out the last few minutes before lock‑up, when she heard someone approaching. Even without looking up, she knew who it was. The inmates were all back on their wings and, besides, the slow measured tread was unmistakable. She looked up to see Cameron Campbell approaching, leaving a steady trail of footprints behind him on her freshly mopped floor.

‘You missed a bit,’ Campbell said, gesturing to his footprints.

‘Sorry, sir,’ Helen replied. ‘Won’t happen again.’

‘Make sure it doesn’t. If there is one thing I abhor, it’s . . . sloppy work.’

As he spoke, he raised his right foot, nudging the rim of Helen’s bucket until it toppled over, slewing huge amounts of vomit‑flecked water across the floor. Helen watched the water’s progress, then turned back to Campbell, her eyes burning with anger.

‘Do it again,’ Campbell continued casually, brushing past Helen. ‘I want this place spick and span for the Christmas festivities.’

Furious, Helen bent down to grab her mop and as she did so she felt a sharp elbow ram into her kidneys. It was so sudden and so violent that it knocked the breath from her and she fell to her knees, clutching the bucket rim for support. Campbell didn’t break stride, didn’t bother to look back, but the girls on the gantries were clearly enjoying the show.

‘Look at the pig with her nose in the trough,’ one wag shouted and others soon joined in.

Helen raised her head, refusing to look broken, but all she saw was a hundred mocking faces – laughing, joking, revelling in her misfortune. In her former life, she’d been a respected police officer – she would have dealt with someone like Campbell swiftly and decisively – but now she was powerless to act. In here she was the butt of all jokes, an accident waiting to happen, a handsome trophy for any inmate brave enough to chance an attack.

She had survived thus far, but how long could her luck hold? She was surrounded on all sides by women who’d slit her throat as soon as look at her, yet the authorities seemed determined to turn a blind eye to her predicament. There was nowhere to run to, nowhere to hide, so Helen could never let her guard down, never relax.

In Holloway, danger was only a heartbeat away.

  • Hide and Seek

    Detective Inspector Helen Grace


    'Addictive. Will have readers scrabbling at the pages as feverishly as an innocent clawing at a prison cell door' DAILY EXPRESS

    'Gripping, compulsive and addictive - I read it in 24 hours' 5***** READER REVIEW

    Prison is no place for a detective . . .
    Helen Grace was one of the country's best police investigators.
    Now she's behind bars with the killers she caught.

    Framed for murder . . .
    She knows there is only way out:
    Stay alive until her trial and somehow prove her innocence.

    Locked up with a killer . . .
    But when a mutilated body is found in the cell next door,
    Helen fears her days are numbered.

    A murderer is on the loose.
    Now she must find them.
    Before she's next . . .

    'A great set-up, and Arlidge keeps the tension ratcheted up throughout' Sunday Times Crime Club


    'Helen Grace is one of the greatest heroes to come along in years' Jeffery Deaver

    'The new Jo Nesbo' Judy Finnigan

    'Fast paced and nailbitingly tense . . . gripping' Sun

    'DI Helen Grace is a genuinely fresh heroine . . . MJ Arlidge weaves together a tapestry that chills to the bone' Daily Mail

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