‘Mr Price, you’re really going to have to say your goodbyes.’ Price produced some credentials. Taryn craned over the table to get a look at them. ‘The Ministry of what?’ she said. ‘Very well, Mr Price,’ said the guard. ‘But I’ll have you know I thought it was very unfair of you people to make Ms Cornick serve a whole six years when most of our other inmates were being sent home.’ Taryn was perplexed. ‘I chose to.’ ‘If you hadn’t chosen, they meant to make you.’ The guard was genuinely indignant. ‘Everyone had instructions.’
