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find out, I’m not sure which one would lynch me first!’
    ‘Even though you’re a good girl?’ Ramona raised her immaculately plucked eyebrows.
    ‘Like they would believe that.’ Keera scoffed. ‘Which room am I in?’
    ‘Number five.’
    Humming to herself, Keera jogged upstairs and along a narrow corridor, stopping at the third door to her right. Her thoughts returned to her brother. It was going to be a long night for Sam, and Keera prayed that they could save his finger. She didn’t want him to spiral out of control again either. Despite him being an idiot most of the time, he had calmed down lately. And family stuck together: she was a firm believer of that. At least once he’d had his operation, the surgeon would know the outcome.
    She pushed open the door, marked with a ‘5’ written in black paint, and stepped inside. Even after three months working there, the faint whiff of cheap disinfectant mixed together with coconut oil never failed to assail her nostrils every time she went into a room. Although she knew some of the women dished out more than a massage, there were certain lines that Keera would never cross. She would have turned the job down outright if she’d been told that she had to do any more than rub a few backs to earn a decent wage.
    Her phone beeped and she picked it up. It was a message from Ramona, letting her know that her first appointment was here. Keera texted her back, marvelling at how technology allowed her to do her job and still feel safe. Despite its decrepit state, Ramona had set up a system on the computer. She’d told Keera it had worked out well for her as she knew which girls were with which clients and hadn’t then got to sit on the reception desk checking everyone in and out all the time. Essentially, though, Ramona knew which clients the girls were with so if anything went wrong, or she hadn’t heard from anyone by the time she should have, she would raise the alarm. It was a sure fire way of keeping a check on the girls’ safety.
    Keera looked over her list of appointments to see who her first client was. Ugh, Martin Smith. She’d only seen him a couple of times and had hated every minute of both occasions. The dirty bastard always needed a bath. Damn the man for asking for her again. He wasn’t a regular that Keera wanted to have, thank you very much.
    Still, despite what anyone thought of The Candy Club, working there wasn’t as bad as she’d first assumed. And it was far safer than the last job she’d been doing.
     
    Sam lay in the hospital bed, trying to get some sleep. It was half past eleven and he still hadn’t had his operation. Except for the occasional snore coming from the man in the bed across from his, the ward had been quiet until three nurses situated on the station at the end of the bay had started discussing last night’s television. They’d been there for ten minutes now. He wanted to scream at them. Why couldn’t they be quieter?
    The throbbing from his hand was like nothing he’d experienced before. Even with the maximum pain relief he could have, he could still feel it pulsing as if it was going to explode, as if someone was shoving a hot poker into his hand and twisting it round for sheer enjoyment. Twice it had swelled underneath the bandaging and the nurse had had to loosen it off.
    The anaesthetist had been to see him an hour ago, letting him know that he was the second name on the emergency operation list and they would be with him as quickly as possible. He’d gone through the procedure with him but Sam wasn’t interested in that. Instead, he’d caused a fuss, saying he needed more pain relief. He’d been administered as much as they could give him, but the pain was so intense that it hadn’t made much difference. In the meantime, he’d been unable to eat or drink for several hours. He’d kill for a pint, and to be having it in the pub with his mates. As well, he needed to speak to Scott Johnstone to see what had come of