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Karen certainly hadnât told anyone what she was planning, so the only other person who knew was Sharon. Oh, and Brenda, Karenâs best friendâsheâd forgotten sheâd nattered about it to her. Theyâd been pals for decades, so surely Brenda wouldnât have whispered in Cassieâs ear, would she? Brenda was well in with the Graftons but had always said sheâd go with whoever led the Barrington.
Doubt crept into Karenâs mind, and she tromped down a gravelled garden path, slipping on the stupid stones. God, sheâd almost landed on her arse then. She stuffed a flyer through the letterbox, uncaring that the flap rattled and could wake the resident. It was getting on a bit now, coming up to ten, but sheâd be finished by half past, she reckoned, then she could climb into her own bed and seethe in private beneath sheets sheâd hung on the line earlier and finished in the tumble dryer.
She entered Doreenâs street, smug the woman wouldnât know about this flyer until it landed on her doormat. It was the small things that pleased Karen. The lights were off in the houseâDoreen was probably under the duvet with that Harryâso contrary to her thoughts, Karen made a meal out of clattering the flap, just because she could.
She moved towards the bedsits where Richie, Doreenâs son, used to live and approached the main door, startled at Doreen calling out to her from behind.
âLoud enough, were you?â she shouted, which was ironic, considering she was moaning about the noise. All right for her to wake folks up but not for Karen. âWhatâs all this about Jiang?â
Karen turned. Doreen, in a red dressing gown held closed by what appeared to be a pair of American Tan tightsâwhat a skankâwaved the flyer from the rise of her doorstep.
Karen sighed and ambled back to Doreenâs, opening the gate and pushing her weary arse up the path. All right, sheâd hoped sheâd wake Doreen, but now she had to deal with her, she wished she hadnât. âDid you not read it? Everything you need to know is on there.â
Doreenâs bottle-blonde hair was squashed on one side from a pillow. âBut why is it an emergency that we get told he fucked off to China, like?â
Karen had wondered the same thing herself and thought something untoward had gone on. Lenny used to get her to write flyers when he made someone âdisappearâ, like The Mechanic, whoâd snatched little Jess Wilson all those years ago. The Mechanic had apparently left his wife, too, poor Alisha who wouldnât say boo to a goose. This news smacked of that. Cassie must have had reason to send Jiang to that bloody Marleneâand that was another thing. How come no one but Cassieâs closest allies knew who that woman was?
âI donât know, do I?â Karen held back a snarl of irritation. âI just do what Iâm told. The ins and outs of the catâs arsehole are nowt to do with me. If Cassie wants everyone to know, then thatâs none of my concern.â
Doreen nodded to herself, as if coming to a conclusion. âIâll have a word, see if sheâll tell me owt.â
Karen scoffed. âWhat, you think sheâll take you into her confidence because you work for her now? Good luck there.â
Doreen gave Karen a funny look, like that was exactly what Cassie would do, and it got right on Karenâs threepenny bits. How come Doreen could know the secrets when sheâd only just started taking wages off Cassie? Karen had been here forever, and the redheaded bitch had never taken her into her confidence.
Thatâs given me the right hump now.
âWhatever, Doreen,â she said. âI have to go. Some of us still have work to do.â
Karen stalked off with her remaining flyers clutched in her fist, so tight she crinkled the paper, the sound of it a crack in the night. The click of Doreenâs door closing gave her a measure of satisfaction, though, a reply to what sheâd said hopefully lost inside Doreenâs big fat gob.
She pushed a few flyers into the bedsit letterboxes, mumbling, âLike anyone who lives here will read the fucking things, the drugged-up bastards.â
Only the rest of this street to go, then she could bugger off home. She swivelled round, jolting at a car without headlights on coming towards her. It went past, slowing outside that little pratâs house, Brett Davis, then moved on, veering left at the end. It was too dark to make out who it was. It wouldnât surprise her if whoever was in that car was after Brett. He owed money all over the shop for drugs. Maybe heâd borrowed from some loan shark or other. Thatâd piss Cassie off, seeing as she was the main one round here. Karen would bet theyâd come back once sheâd gone. They wouldnât want any witnesses if they planned to go into his hovel and beat the shite out of him.
She hurried with the last few flyers. She didnât fancy being around if the car returned. While sheâd enjoyed being a bully when sheâd run the Barrington, she didnât want to observe anyone being walloped. Not tonight, at least. She was too tired to give a fuck what happened to him, the oily sodding weasel.
Chapter Five
Lenny lifted his pint of lager in The Donny and sipped, watching the other customers but making out he wasnât. He liked to show his face here, let
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