“I dropped a buff-coloured folder onto the surface and sat down. I scanned the room wondering if there was a microphone. But this was HMP Grange Hall and not some set from a television drama. To my right was a large Perspex window. Prison officers could still see into the room, which was reassuring. Governor James had sounded puzzled by my request to interview Jimmy Walsh, but I had brushed aside her concerns about his imminent release. I glanced at my watch: Walsh was late. I wanted to invade h...is personal space. Tell him I was in charge. Make it clear if he ever bullied my family then … Jimmy Walsh passed the window, a prison officer opened the door and Walsh entered. He was shorter than I imagined, but broader and thicker around the neck. The prison reports had mentioned his regular attendances in the gym that contributed to the bulk. He dragged a chair from underneath the table and sat down. The door pulled closed behind the prison officer and I sat looking at Walsh. He wore standard prison clothes: blue striped shirt and denims with a grey sweatshirt.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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