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Chapters (65)
  1. Cover
  2. Chapter 1
  3. Chapter 2
  4. Chapter 3
  5. Chapter 4
  6. Chapter 5
  7. Chapter 6
  8. Chapter 7
  9. Chapter 8
  10. Chapter 9
  11. Chapter 10
  12. Chapter 11
  13. Chapter 12
  14. Chapter 13
  15. Chapter 14
  16. Chapter 15
  17. Chapter 16
  18. Chapter 17
  19. Chapter 18
  20. Chapter 19
  21. Chapter 20
  22. Chapter 21
  23. Chapter 22
  24. Chapter 23
  25. Chapter 24
  26. Chapter 25
  27. Chapter 26
  28. Chapter 27
  29. Chapter 28
  30. Chapter 29
  31. Chapter 30
  32. Chapter 31
  33. Chapter 32
  34. Chapter 33
  35. Chapter 34
  36. Chapter 35
  37. Chapter 36
  38. Chapter 37
  39. Chapter 38
  40. Chapter 39
  41. Chapter 40
  42. Chapter 41
  43. Chapter 42
  44. Chapter 43
  45. Chapter 44
  46. Chapter 45
  47. Chapter 46
  48. Chapter 47
  49. Chapter 48
  50. Chapter 49
  51. Chapter 50
  52. Chapter 51
  53. Chapter 52
  54. Chapter 53
  55. Chapter 54
  56. Chapter 55
  57. Chapter 56
  58. Chapter 57
  59. Chapter 58
  60. Chapter 59
  61. Chapter 60
  62. Acknowledgements
  63. Canelo Crime
  64. About the Author
  65. Also by Rachel Lynch

Tyrone knew what was coming; he’d seen Jason like this before. He wouldn’t tolerate being made a fool of. He nodded to two guys, who walked up behind Adam and held his arms.

‘Man! Bruv! What you doing? It was nuffin’. I swear, it wasn’t me. It was someone else in your yard, fam.’

The first blow was sickening, and Adam squealed, but with the subsequent connections between knuckle and face, he grew quiet.

By the time Jason had finished, blood gushed from Adam’s face and spatters covered the floor. He slumped down and everyone froze, not knowing what to expect next. Jason turned the music up and asked if anyone fancied KFC.

Chapter 23

‘Hey, how you doing?’ Kelly went to Josie and opened her arms. Josie fell into them and hugged her. It was funny how Josie had slowly had more and more impact on her life, and now she felt like the girl’s mother. In fact, Josie visited her own mother pretty rarely, a fact the woman blamed on Johnny. But Josie was old enough to make her own mind up. Any divisions Johnny had suffered with his daughter now seemed to have been healed, and through the power of love alone. Josie was happy here.

‘I’m good. I had a therapy session today.’

‘How did it go?’

Johnny appeared wearing an apron, and Kelly kissed him.

‘I don’t really know. We just kind of sit and she plays me these meditative scripts. I feel stoned afterwards.’

‘That good?’

Johnny rolled his eyes. Josie was more candid with Kelly than she was with him, and he was slightly jealous, but feigned disapproval when they discussed drugs, gangs and boys. Now, more than ever, it was important to have open discourse about the realities of teenage life, though Johnny didn’t have the same skill set. He’d counselled hundreds of soldiers through PTSD but he couldn’t discuss tragedy and pain with his daughter; he didn’t know how to start. So he listened to Kelly do it, and it worked. Josie opened up to her.

‘Have you caught them yet?’ Josie asked. She was nervy as a result of the accident, and any bad news made her worse.

‘No. But we will. The family are doing a press conference in the morning.’

‘Wow. I can’t imagine how hard that’s going to be.’

‘I know. The son is around your age and he’s quite determined to go through with it. It’s a very courageous thing to do. Did you see the estate on the news?’

‘The police raids?’ Johnny said. ‘Jesus, I thought we were watching downtown New York!’

‘President Trump tweeted that our streets are worse,’ Josie said.

‘You follow him on Twitter?’ Johnny was surprised.