After they had spoken a few words Shazza grabbed the front of Anna’s T-shirt and twisted it between her clenched fingers. Then she rammed her fist up against Anna’s chin and said something that Adele couldn’t hear from where she was standing. But her body language told Adele that it wasn’t friendly.

Anna’s head flew back and she took a step backwards. Then Shazza let go of Anna’s T-shirt and Anna passed her something out of her pocket. Anna’s movement was slow, her shoulders slumped, as though she had given up the item reluctantly.

‘What the hell d’you think she’s up to?’ Adele asked Caroline, lowering her voice so that Shazza couldn’t hear her.

‘She’ll be stealing cigs or something off her,’ Caroline whispered.

‘She can’t do that!’ said Adele, affronted.

‘Oh yes she can,’ said Caroline quietly. ‘She’s Shazza. She can do what the bloody hell she wants, and she gets away with it.’ Adele stared back at Caroline, the resentment written all over her face. ‘Don’t even think about it!’ Caroline advised.

‘What?’ asked Adele.

‘Saying anything to her about Anna,’ Caroline whispered. ‘You’d be a fool to mess with her. It’s best to leave it alone.’

Then Shazza left Anna and continued in their direction. Adele noticed that as she walked across the room the other inmates either kept their heads down or greeted her enthusiastically. It was obvious to Adele that they were trying to ingratiate themselves. Shazza had a confident strut. It was as though she was enjoying the attention.

As Shazza drew closer to Adele and Caroline, she stared directly at Adele. Despite Caroline’s advice not to look at her, Adele couldn’t resist taking a curious peek. Shazza’s features were rigid and unflinching, and as their eyes locked, Adele could feel her piercing glare through vivid turquoise, beady eyes. It seemed to cut right through her.

Then Shazza sauntered by, nodding and grinning at Caroline as she passed them. She didn’t say anything. But Adele knew in that moment that Shazza had made her an enemy and a cold shiver of fear ran through her.

*

Peter rang his contact Spikey. ‘Right, I’m ready to take stock,’ he said, making sure he gave nothing away on the phone.

Within minutes Spikey had arrived, bringing with him four guns. Peter handed over the cash and led him out of the flat. Then he made another call, this time to Glynn.

‘Round the gang up. We need to make plans,’ he said. A voice sounded at the other end of the phone and Peter replied, ‘Yeah, don’t worry. Now that nasty business with Dave is sorted we can concentrate on the next job. Make sure they’re here in the next hour.’

He cut the call and waited for his gang to arrive.