1. Should 'ave 'er locked up. Kids're blinkin' ne'er grateful for wot yer give 'em. 'ere's me worryin' about 'er and she's off galavantin'.
2. She shuffled back to the lounge, opened a bottle of brandy & poured herself a generous glass. She'd be back, no point flappin' about 'er.
3. She unlocked the ledger, heaved it open and slid her finger down the columns: Sally - pendant. And a bit further down: Rafter - ring.
4. Won't do to 'ave the girl bring the 2 together. Goin' to 'ave to manage this meself. Flippin' kid. Always makin' a nuisance of 'erself.
5. She rummaged through a draw, pushing passed the rubbish till she had made it to a small box at the back it which lay a tiny silver cross.
6. 'ate crosses. Always bring ill luck! But this 'ere cross's bin me fortune. A scuffling warned her she wasn't alone. She stuffed it away.
7. Small could be dangerous. He certainly was. And vicious too. "Where's the money you owe me?" Always the same question. She took his hand.
8. "Shamus," she purred. She had a way with 'im. Soften 'im up. Man're always suckers. "'ave a drink," as she slipped' 'im a sleepin' draft.
9. "Sod it!" she spluttered, comin' to'. Blighter swapped glasses. Strugglin' to 'er feet she saw the ransacked room. 'nd screamed in rage.
10. Me ledger's gone!! Years of bloody 'ard work. Won't do 'im no good. If 'e tries to open it, the bloody thing'll go up in smoke, 'im too.
11. Feelin' in 'er pocket, she bared 'er gums in a toothless grin. He ain't got the cross. Just like 'im to miss the most valuable bit.
12. Openin' a scruffy 'oldall she tossed bits and pieces inside. Mixin' useful 'nd useless, choices that made sense to only 'er. Time t' go.
Go back to Episode 5. Go on the Episode 8.
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