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oversized 3D model of the housing estates in Deptford. Each box was stuffed full of flashy Taiwanese handbags.
    ‘There’s no one there. I checked,’ Letitia said.
    ‘Are you sure?’ Ella’s heart was pounding. She scanned the walls for CCTV cameras.
    ‘’Course I’m fucking sure.’ Letitia started to grab handbags herself and piled them in fast. ‘Everyone wants one of these,’ she cooed. ‘That is some proper bling. Fiver a pop. Easy money, man.’ One of her false nails flipped off and flew across the floor. ‘Bollocks! My Christmas nails. That’s your fault.’ She treated Ella to a withering glance.
    Cold fear roiled around Ella’s insides, making her wince. A storm was coming. Letitia had broken a special occasion nail. She knew she needed to do something; say something fast if she was to head off her mother’s emotional hurricane.
    ‘You just hold the bag, Mum. I’ll work faster, yeah?’
    As she stuffed the handbags into the bin liner, her breath came short. She had to get done. Had to get out before they got copped. First Danny’s boys, now this. She hated this life. Last thing she wanted was a criminal record for the sake of PVC ghetto crap adorned with zips and diamanté. Letitia didn’t see it that way.
    ‘Hello!’ A man’s voice. Cheery but questioning.
    Letitia looked up. ‘Out the back with the bags,’ she said.
    ‘Who the hell?’ Ella said.
    ‘Now!’
    Ella knew the drill. She grabbed both bin liners and flung each one out through the opening that gave way to the loading bay below.
    As she did so, she could see Letitia coming out of the back room. Wheeling the mop bucket before her now. Swinging her ample arse from side to side the way the older men like. Singing softly.
    ‘Oh, morning, Fred,’ she called.
    ‘Letitia. You nearly gave me a heart attack. Didn’t expect to see you until after New Year, love.’
    ‘Making up time, you know. I got an hospital appointment early next week. Can’t afford to be short on money.’
    ‘I’ve got a flask. Would you like a nice cup of tea?’
    ‘No. I’m finishing up. Them toilets was a disgrace after the Christmas party …’, tutting, ‘… but they’re clean now. See you on the second anyway.’
    Ella could hear that old Fred had bought it. She swallowed hard, looking at the drop into the loading bay. It was a good eight or nine feet. Ten even. She knew her knees would jar even if she bent them.
    ‘Just grit your teeth.’ She jumped to the concrete below and bit her tongue as her legs screamed in complaint. She grabbed the bin liners. They were fat and unwieldy. The booty inside weighed like dead bodies. She prayed they wouldn’t split.
    When Ella reached the rendezvous point around the corner, she dumped the bin liners on the ground. Her arms would ache for a week. The icy chill bit into her face and hands but the sweat poured down her back and under her breasts on the inside of her anorak. She took a packet of Marlboro Lights out of her pocket and tapped a cigarette on the side of the pack. Flick flick. She tried to get the weak flame of her disposable lighter to stay for long enough to light up but it was no match for the gusting December wind.
    ‘I am some Olympic-sized idiot,’ she said, finally getting the cigarette to light. She inhaled deeply and felt lightheaded from the nicotine rush. Fatigue pressed down on her fifteen-year-old body like super-strong gravity. Pulling her down, down, down.
    Letitia appeared from around the corner, grinning like she had just won the lottery.
    ‘Good girl,’ she said, looking at the bin liners.
    ‘Did he suspect?’ Ella asked.
    ‘No way. Let’s get these bags home. Check out our haul.’
    Ella picked one of the bin liners up and started to walk towards the bus stop.
    ‘Oi!’ Letitia shouted. ‘Get back here and take the other one. I ain’t gonna lose another nail.’
    Ella stopped in her tracks.
Bitch, bitch, bitch, you’re a bitch all day long.
She quickly weighed up the