the Hoover, love. I’m sure you two are very well acquainted!’
It took a fifteen-minute talk, two rows and half a bottle of vodka to get her back to work. But seeing him off had cheered her up no end. She might be a brass but she was still a person, and as long as she believed that, she wouldn’t sink into the mire like so many others before her.
Her next punter was in his early twenties and extremely nervous. She put him at his ease, gave him a good service and got a fiver tip. Joanie was over her tantrum already.
Chapter Three
Jeanette finally walked up the stairs at twelve fifty-five to see the door to the flat closed and a large red Execution of Warrant notice staring her in the face.
She felt her heart stop in her chest as she realised what had happened. The warrant was bad enough, but when they found out she had left Kira alone there would be ructions. Her brother would rip her heart out over this. And that was without what her mother was going to say.
She ripped the notice from the door. It covered firearms and drugs which meant the filth could have a field day turning things upside down and it was all legal. She wondered briefly what her brother had done this time.
As she put her key into the lock a young PC opened the door.
‘Are you the occupant of these premises?’
Jeanette ignored him and walked through the flat looking for Kira. She was nowhere to be seen.
‘Where’s me sister?’
The PC was radioing in and didn’t answer her for a few moments.
‘What sister?’ he asked eventually.
‘Me little sister - Kira.’
There was fear in her voice now.
‘No one was here when the warrant was executed at seven thirty-nine. The property was empty though the door was open. Now where is your brother Jon Jon?’
She shrugged and walked from the flat.
‘Where are you going?’
Jeanette blanked him, saying, ‘You ain’t got no warrant for me so mind your own fucking business!’
‘Where’s your brother, do you know?’
She carried on walking; she wouldn’t even dignify that question with an answer. She tried ringing Kira’s little pink mobile. Nothing but the message service. She sighed once more; this was all she needed. She talked angrily into the phone.
‘Kira? It’s me. Fucking ring, will you? And when Mum and Jon Jon find out that we’ve been raided without you letting anyone know, you are in deep trouble, lady!’
She turned off the phone feeling better for her outburst.
Maybe Kira was with one of the neighbours. As she walked down the stairs she texted her brother’s mobile to alert him to the danger awaiting him; she also texted her mother. Each text omitted to say she had misplaced her sister.
But half an hour later she had to admit that ‘misplace’ was not exactly the right expression. Kira was literally nowhere to be seen.
Jeanette was actually starting to feel worried. No one had seen her sister, spoken to her or heard anything about her. They had seen the filth, though, that much was evident. But, she consoled herself, Kira was sensible enough to disappear if the police arrived. She had to be somewhere nearby. Bethany’s phone was turned off so Jeanette began the walk to the girl’s house a few streets away. It was the only other place Kira could be, and when she got her hands on her she would wring her neck for causing so much worry.
But there was that niggling fear still because her sister had not tried to contact her at all . . .
Fortunately no one had called her back since the texts so she knew she had a while yet to locate the missing child. Once the balloon went up there would be murders. She was beginning to wish she had stayed in as arranged. It would be tonight of all nights that it all fell out of bed.
Jon Jon was in a bed-sit in First Avenue, Manor Park, working out a scam to bring in drugs from Amsterdam with Sippy Marvell, a young
It took a fifteen-minute talk, two rows and half a bottle of vodka to get her back to work. But seeing him off had cheered her up no end. She might be a brass but she was still a person, and as long as she believed that, she wouldn’t sink into the mire like so many others before her.
Her next punter was in his early twenties and extremely nervous. She put him at his ease, gave him a good service and got a fiver tip. Joanie was over her tantrum already.
Chapter Three
Jeanette finally walked up the stairs at twelve fifty-five to see the door to the flat closed and a large red Execution of Warrant notice staring her in the face.
She felt her heart stop in her chest as she realised what had happened. The warrant was bad enough, but when they found out she had left Kira alone there would be ructions. Her brother would rip her heart out over this. And that was without what her mother was going to say.
She ripped the notice from the door. It covered firearms and drugs which meant the filth could have a field day turning things upside down and it was all legal. She wondered briefly what her brother had done this time.
As she put her key into the lock a young PC opened the door.
‘Are you the occupant of these premises?’
Jeanette ignored him and walked through the flat looking for Kira. She was nowhere to be seen.
‘Where’s me sister?’
The PC was radioing in and didn’t answer her for a few moments.
‘What sister?’ he asked eventually.
‘Me little sister - Kira.’
There was fear in her voice now.
‘No one was here when the warrant was executed at seven thirty-nine. The property was empty though the door was open. Now where is your brother Jon Jon?’
She shrugged and walked from the flat.
‘Where are you going?’
Jeanette blanked him, saying, ‘You ain’t got no warrant for me so mind your own fucking business!’
‘Where’s your brother, do you know?’
She carried on walking; she wouldn’t even dignify that question with an answer. She tried ringing Kira’s little pink mobile. Nothing but the message service. She sighed once more; this was all she needed. She talked angrily into the phone.
‘Kira? It’s me. Fucking ring, will you? And when Mum and Jon Jon find out that we’ve been raided without you letting anyone know, you are in deep trouble, lady!’
She turned off the phone feeling better for her outburst.
Maybe Kira was with one of the neighbours. As she walked down the stairs she texted her brother’s mobile to alert him to the danger awaiting him; she also texted her mother. Each text omitted to say she had misplaced her sister.
But half an hour later she had to admit that ‘misplace’ was not exactly the right expression. Kira was literally nowhere to be seen.
Jeanette was actually starting to feel worried. No one had seen her sister, spoken to her or heard anything about her. They had seen the filth, though, that much was evident. But, she consoled herself, Kira was sensible enough to disappear if the police arrived. She had to be somewhere nearby. Bethany’s phone was turned off so Jeanette began the walk to the girl’s house a few streets away. It was the only other place Kira could be, and when she got her hands on her she would wring her neck for causing so much worry.
But there was that niggling fear still because her sister had not tried to contact her at all . . .
Fortunately no one had called her back since the texts so she knew she had a while yet to locate the missing child. Once the balloon went up there would be murders. She was beginning to wish she had stayed in as arranged. It would be tonight of all nights that it all fell out of bed.
Jon Jon was in a bed-sit in First Avenue, Manor Park, working out a scam to bring in drugs from Amsterdam with Sippy Marvell, a young
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