The Annie Carter Series Books 1–4. Jessie Keane

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      Annie collected the keys to the Upper Brook Street apartment, and went straight over to see it again. It was perfect, she was made up. In ebullient mood she returned to Limehouse with the keys in her purse and her head full of plans.

      She found Dolly alone in the kitchen with a face on her. Jim Reeves was playing on the little red radio by the sink. Dolly loved Jim, usually she sang along to his ballads and was happy. But not today. Annie asked her what was wrong.

      ‘Oh nothing at all,’ said Dolly. ‘Only you setting up in business with the Delaneys and taking my sodding trade, that’s all.’

      You could always rely on Dolly to call a spade a shit-shovel.

      Annie sat down at the table. After Dolly’s reaction to her moving back in, she had been expecting something like this.

      ‘I’m not taking your trade,’ said Annie. ‘I’ll be operating up West.’

      ‘Look. My gents come out from Whitehall to get here to Limehouse for a good time. They won’t bother if you’re right there on the bleeding doorstep.’

      ‘Yes they will. You’ve got a nice client list going. Lots of regulars, and they’re loyal. They’ll still come.’

      ‘No they won’t.’

      ‘They will. And you know damn well that the parties are oversubscribed. You do three parties a month, I can do one on the week you don’t, how’s that? You must agree there’s already an overspill. I can take care of that. You can pass business to me and I’ll pass business to you. It’ll work.’

      Dolly looked sceptical. ‘Those brasses up West are going to expect to be paid the earth,’ she warned. ‘They know the clients have got plenty of cash.’

      ‘We’ll work something out.’

      Dolly nodded. ‘What’s he really like then – Redmond Delaney?’

      Annie thought of how it had been in the Upper Brook Street apartment when she had been there with Redmond. He’d looked the place over with his pale eyes and his calculator brain. Two minders with him, because there’d been a lot of trouble on the manor lately. The estate agent had been white and sweating while they followed him around, there had been a lot of nervous laughter. Poor bastard. Annie didn’t miss not having a minder. She wondered what had become of Donny, her own personal hulking shadow. He might have gone back to Manchester. Or down to Smithfield meat market like Celia, if Max wasn’t happy with his answers about her leaving.

      ‘He’s scary,’ said Annie. ‘Cold.’

      ‘Just like on the phone then,’ said Dolly.

      ‘You being polite to him when he rings?’

      ‘God yes. Arse-licking like mad.’

      They both knew that respect was due, and lack of it was dangerous. Look at what had happened to Celia with Max. Annie still shuddered when she thought about it. She still couldn’t quite believe it. She’d never thought Max would make war on women, but he had. Who knew with boys like these where the lines were drawn? These were hard men, and you stepped carefully around them.

      ‘If there’s nothing else?’ Annie asked, standing up.

      ‘Your sister phoned while you were out.’ Dolly pulled a face. ‘She sounded pissed. Wanted to talk to you.’

      Yeah, to heap more abuse on her head. Annie didn’t need any more aggravation. It was bad enough that she felt like a cruel bitch for giving Kieron the hard word. All she needed was Ruthie spitting poison down the phone at her. Annie picked up her bag.

      ‘I might give her a call later on,’ she said. Or I might not. ‘I’ll be moving out on the Monday after next, Doll. I need to get some girls lined up, I hope you don’t mind if I do that while I’m here?’

      ‘Nah, I don’t mind,’ said Dolly. ‘So long as you don’t pinch my new girls out from under my nose. They’re good girls and I want to keep them.’

      ‘I just need their contacts,’ said Annie. ‘A couple of them are classy, they’ll know the West End working girls.’

      Dolly thought. ‘Okay then,’ she said.

      Talk about walking on fucking eggshells, thought Annie, but she was more amused than put out by Dolly’s carping.

      ‘I just want to say thanks for this,’ she said. ‘For letting me stay and everything.’

      ‘What else are friends for?’ asked Dolly. She hesitated. ‘I hope it goes well up West. I really do.’

      The best and most trustworthy boys were in for the meet upstairs at Queenie’s old place. Max and Jonjo were there, with Jimmy Bond their number-one man, and Gary Tooley and Steven Taylor – all staunch men. Deaf Derek was off somewhere getting pissed; since Eddie had come to grief, Derek had learned the hard way to give Max and Jonjo a wide berth; he was no longer welcome in their inner circle. He counted himself lucky to be still breathing.

      Sitting near the head of the table with Jonjo and Max was an ex-telephone engineer and a gelly man, both recommended to Max by one of the other London firms.

      ‘So run that past me again,’ said Max.

      Jonjo loved to see his brother like this, focused on business like he should be. Life was too short to get hung up on a piece of skirt. He was pleased to see that Max had finally realized this. Jonjo was excited about the job. It was a large department store on the Delaney patch, rich pickings from all accounts. With any luck it would cause the Delaneys major grief, which would be a bonus.

      ‘There’s a frame room where all the lines come into the premises and cross-connect,’ said the engineer. He was lanky and bald and his eyes were active, like his brain. ‘All the lines inside the building, СКАЧАТЬ