Dear Wayne

I hate being stuck in this fucking hellhole. The food is crap, the bed is hard and I don't want to socialize with any of the people in here.

A new jailbird arrived yesterday. I don't know what the proper word would be. An inmate? A remandee? A woman on remand? An accused? She's a bitch alright, threatening other inmates and stirring shit around the yard. Don't worry, I haven't even spoken to her, and I'll keep my head down just like you said.

I had high hopes that by now I would be back in Auckland. Surely they can't keep me down here forever? I thought that inmates had the right to be near their families?

Bailey hasn't been in touch at all over the last few days. My initial enthusiasm about her getting me off my guilty plea has vanished. My future depends on her, and I am stuck in limbo until she gets me out, yet I haven't heard from her. There is nothing more important than getting me out of this place but I bet she's got other more interesting things to do than to get me shifted back to Auckland and released altogether.