Sophie

She slid into the washroom booth hurriedly and dialled the familiar number.

"Pick up, damn you, "she mumbled, aware that Danielle had been alert while she watched Sophie leave.

Worthington picked up almost immediately.

“Yes my pretty little bird?’ he said solicitously,’ What do you have for me?’

She scowled. She hated him but her sister needed her. There were times in the early morning when she came awake, her arms around Paddy who inevitably ...