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night of their lives. It was a bit like a game of cat and mouse with the filth, and so far the boys in blue were on a losing streak. Mickey and Steve were absolutely loving the chase, and up to this point hadn’t had one rave cancelled.
    Smiling to himself, Mickey thought about his mum. It had been so good to see her. She’d changed a lot since he’d seen her last. She had never been a stick insect but was now quite plump, with a real mumsy look about her. She looked even shorter than he’d remembered, though at only five foot she’d never been tall in the first place. Maybe it was the weight she’d put on. Mickey decided he liked his mum’s new look. Her clothes were top drawer, her short dark hair cut into a modern style, and he thought she looked just like a mum should.
    Parking the van he’d borrowed outside his mate’s, Mickey stuck the keys through the letterbox and jumped into his Merc. He immediately punched Big Steve’s number into his mobile. ‘What you up to, mate?’
    Steve was having a swift half in his local. He’d been hard at it all morning, trying to sort out the security for their latest rave, and was now having a well-earned rest.
    ‘I’m in the Needle Gun, having a beer with Terry. Why, what’s up?’
    ‘How do you fancy a trip to Barking? Apparently me sister’s got herself knocked up by some wrong ’un and I need to sort it out.’
    ‘Okay, count me in,’ Steve said, downing the rest of his lager.
    After Mickey had filled Steve in, the lads decided the best way to do their homework was to pay a visit to a few boozers around the Barking area. They struck gold in the very first pub. The spotty kid of a barman was only too willing to spill his guts at the sight of a fifty pound note. Tucking it safely into his shirt pocket, he ushered them over to a quiet corner.
    In ten minutes flat the lads knew Billy McDaid’s life story. They were told where he lived, where he drank, and where he punted his puff and speed. They also learned that he wasn’t exactly fucking popular.
    ‘Wonderful! She’s got herself knocked up by a middle-aged, drunken drug dealer
and
he’s Scotch an’ all,’ sighed Mickey as they left the boozer.
    Much to his pal’s annoyance, Steve burst out laughing.
    ‘Don’t wind me up, Steve. It ain’t fucking funny. What are we meant to do now?’
    Trying to keep a straight face, Steve looked at his mate. ‘Sorry, I didn’t mean to laugh. It’s just, well, the cunt couldn’t have sounded any worse, could he?’
    Mickey let out a worried sigh. ‘No, he fucking well couldn’t. My mother’s gonna go apeshit if I tell her the full SP. I’m gonna have to keep schtum and pretend he’s not as bad as we first thought. How do you reckon I should handle it, Steve? Should I knock seven colours of shit out of him, or should I go and see Debbie first? Check he’s treating her all right?’
    ‘You’ll have to go and see your sister first. You can hardly go in with both feet, not if she’s carrying his nipper.’
    Mickey started the engine and looked at the address on the bit of paper he’d been given. ‘Yeah, you’re right. But I’ll tell you this, Steve – if he ain’t been treating her right, he’ll pay for it. She’s my sister, I love her, and believe me, if it came to it, I would fucking kill for her.’

FIVE
    MICKEY CHECKED THE address on the piece of scrap paper, in case his eyes were deceiving him, and felt his bad mood worsen.
    ‘Look at the state of this fucking dump. What a shit-hole! Christ knows what my little sis has got herself roped up with here.’
    Steve looked at the rundown tower block. ‘It looks like Nelson Mandela House on
Only Fools and Horses
, don’t it?’
    Debbie was hanging her washing out on a line over the bath when she heard the tap on the front door. Thinking it was one of the neighbours, she opened it without first checking the spy hole and nearly keeled over at the sight of her brother standing there, with a big skinhead by