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Blood Sister: A thrilling and gritty crime drama
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groaned as he bent forwards, much to the amusement of his friends. Jen knew that she needed to hone the skills of a proper lady if she was going to make it off her estate, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t able to dip into her bag of Devil Estate tricks when she needed to.
    She turned her attention to her wayward sister and gripped her arm. Kicking and struggling, Tiffany was dragged down Charing Cross Road until finally she broke free. She stared at the two other girls with the same look she’d used on the doorman and then hissed, ‘Screw this, I’m off.’
    Swaggering, Liam Gallagher style, she was soon lost in the Saturday night crowds. But although they could no longer see her, the two friends were not spared hearing her as she shouted over the crowds, ‘Oh, and you were right Jen. I never wanted to come in the first place. I only did it to fuck you off. West End? Wanker’s End, more like.’
    Bex made a half-hearted attempt to go after her but Jen took her by the arm. ‘Don’t bother; it ain’t worth it. She’ll find her own way home . . . eventually.’
    ‘Your sister keeps shouting the odds and she’s going to be in real bollocks bother one of these days.’
    ‘Yeah, I know,’ Jen agreed, grasping full well that her sister was going to mouth off at the wrong person soon enough and live (or die) to regret it. She might bitch about her sister, but in her heart she loved her really. As far back as she could remember, she’d tried to look out for Tiffany. That’s what you did when you were the oldest; you made sure that the rough stuff never touched the young ones. Of course you would expect to get into a bit of verbal with each other, every now and again – that’s what happened in families – but at the end of the day, loyalty was everything. Everything.
    ‘She’s going off the rails and breaking my mum’s heart,’ Jen continued softly, ‘but what can you do? I’ve tried having heart-to-hearts with her, but it goes in one ear and comes out the other. The worst of it is, Mum blames herself. She thinks the stupid girl would have grown up straight if she’d known our dad, instead of him doing a flit when she was a baby.’
    ‘Your dad?’
    But Bex should have known better than to ask that question. She’d asked it many times without ever getting an answer. All anyone knew was that Stanley Miller was long gone and the family never talked about it. And as far as Jen was concerned, that was the best way to keep it. Her dad had left the family home when she was a toddler. She didn’t really remember him, but what she did recall was their flat being freezing, very, very cold indeed. How she could remember this when she’d been so young she didn’t know, but then it was funny what stayed with you from your childhood.
    Arm in arm, the two young women wandered up Charing Cross Road until Jen suddenly jerked Bex to a stop outside a clothes shop. She hadn’t expected to see one here; Charing Cross Road was famous for its bookshops. Jen looked longingly at the mannequins dressed in such pretty clothes. That’s what she wanted, to be a fashion designer; it was going to be her way of getting off The Devil. After leaving school at sixteen, it had taken her a whole year before she got the confidence to enrol at college part-time on a diploma foundation fashion course. She’d left school with no qualifications, so her dream was to one day hold a certificate in her hand.
    ‘How’s it going up at college?’ Bex asked.
    ‘My tutor says my work’s really good. Next time you come round I’ll show you my portfolio.’
    ‘Portfolio?’ Bex nudged Jen playfully in the side. ‘Is that the name of a new cocktail?’
    Both girls looked at each other and burst out laughing. Bex dragged her away from the shop. There was talk of a club in Leicester Square they could try, but they both knew the evening was a dead loss. Too much had gone wrong already for them to have a good time now. Besides, Jen wanted to
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