But just because you forgot about me when they tucked me away, out of sight and out of mind, doesn't mean I haven't kept my ear cocked to the wind. Every now and then a breeze and birdsong comes through the bars.

The name Gavin followed you through your disbarment to your murder trial. Speccy there, he brained a man with a bottle, didn't he? I gotta hand it to the man, he doesn't look very vicious.

But the worst ones... they never really do, do they?