The bookies on Clarence Street opened at eight in the morning, but being a small local shop rarely saw much action until ten or eleven when the first of the gamblers would roll in. Karen knew this and so had allowed herself to open the shop a little late, taking a but more time with her make-up and even curling her hair. It was nearly half-past when she rolled the armoured security screen up on the cashiers desk. Mostly it was pensioners and the two or three professionals who would show up ...