Noddy started down the stairs from the rooftop. They had to leave. Today. He would convince her of that. Fuck the money. They could survive without it. He would start wearing shirts with collars. And sleeves, if that’s what it took to find a job at the coast. He would even cut his hair. If that didn’t convince her of his sincerity, his desperation, then nothing would.
“Fucking rat!”
What now? Dirk set off towards the corner Mick had just turned, flexing the fingers of his right hand towards his inside pocket. He would always have Mick’s back, no matter what. But if he was kicking homeless people again…
He needn’t have worried. The street was empty, the steel security gate on the front of the flats the only thing moving as it squealed closed on rusty hinges.
No, that wasn’t right. On the ground in front of him was a flutter of movement.
“Shit.”
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