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list."
    "You should do one too,
Jazz."
    "Fuck that, I started the
Jolly Rogers."
    "It's high risk letting her
in. The minute she gets arrested she'll run crying back to mummy and join
Sunday school."
    I kicked him too. "Should I
rob a bank? Steal somebody's mascot? Flash a football team?" I started to
lift my top. Jazz pulled his phone out to photograph me.
    "Break into the house in the
woods."
    "The serial killers' house?
Sorry, 'victim' isn't in my DNA."
    "You gotta spend the night there," Demon told me.
    "You're hoping they'll kill
me so I can't join the gang," I accused.
    "How does that prove her
loyalty? Can't she break in and steal something?" Jazz protested.
    "She's a girl so she has to
doubly prove herself."
    "It's too dangerous."
    "I'll do it," I
interrupted.
    " Georgie ,
don't."
    "I want to ride around on a
motorbike and scowl at my neighbours."
    "We don't do that."
Neon glared at me.
    "My mistake. I'm doing it,
Jazz."
    "We'll both spend the night
there."
    "She's gotta do it alone," Demon said. "Jazz, you have to break in to the Judge's
house three times, stealing something each time."
    The Judge was the most vindictive
judge on the court circuit. If Jazz was caught, he'd never see natural daylight
again.
    "If you want rid of us,
arrange a hit," I muttered. "It'd be kinder."
    "If you're too wussy, just
say so. You've had a free ride, Goldilocks. No other girl's allowed to hang out
with us. Jazz, you brought her in, you're responsible for her."
    I glowered. "I've already
said I'll do it. D'you want it in blood?"
    I really didn't want to spend the
night in the serial killers' creepy house but I wanted to join the Jolly
Rogers. Tearing around on a motorbike and indulging in petty crime was far more
exciting than Youth Club. There's only so long I could listen to the airheads
gushing about the latest boyband before I wanted to
poke them in the eyes with their false nails.
    "Come on Jazz, is she worth
risking the Judge's wrath for?" Razor asked.
    "You haven't seen her in her crotchless knickers and fishnet stockings." He
winked at me.
    And Jazz was worth spending the
night in the serial killers' house for. I only hoped we lived long enough to
reap the rewards.

 
    ***

 
    I kissed Georgie ,
slipped my rucksack onto my back and picked up my bike keys.
    "I can act as your
lookout," she said.
    "I gotta do this alone."
    "Text me when you're
out." She opened her leather jacket. She wore only her minx smile and her
blue satin knickers. "So you remember to come back."
    I groaned and kissed her hungrily
before tearing myself away. I mounted my bike and rode towards the Judge's
place. I stopped outside and killed the engine. I dismounted and removed a
grappling hook from my bike seat. The Judge lived in the penthouse suite of a
gated community, nicknamed Land of the Giants because all the big names lived
there. I hid my bike in a bush then jogged across the road. I scaled the fence
easily, my leathers protecting me from the barbed wire. As cool as scars are, I
didn't want one across my arse, acting as a target for the inmates if this went
horribly wrong.
    I jumped down the other side and
crept towards the building. Whistling. I ducked into the shadows, flicking out
my knife. A security guard walked past, swinging his torch. I was tempted to
take him out, but there were probably other guards and they'd notice if they
were a man down.
    I waited until he rounded the
corner then I took out my grappling hook and swung it underarm towards the
roof. The hook disappeared into the night. It jerked so I hung onto it a foot
from the ground. It held firm. I was already wearing my harness, so I attached
the clip and climbed to the roof. I pulled myself up and peered over the edge
to see the security guard walk below me.
    I trotted to the door that led
inside. It was unlocked. This was too easy. Knowing my luck, I'd get inside to
find a gang of armed police, their lasers making me look like I had a severe
case of chicken pox. I eased open