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name. Asked the magazine man he said fucked if I know mate some dead movie star chick way before old Cate Blanchett even, from those black-and-white films. Audrey something? The words just say Tiffanyâs â forget about breakfast . Some kinda model place I bet. The ladyâs smoking a cigarette in a black holder wearing big sparkly diamond earrings, dark hair piled up, looking down at everyone crossing the big road near the station where the news rolls around the building in red lights, right above the soup van you canât miss her. Those old dead movie stars, Grace is a sucker for them.
4. Red stickers everywhere saying Street Profit and Gutter Bucks with dollar signs. Dunno what they are but like the billboards say: Keep Your Eyes Open , Be Alert Stay Safe , Report All Suspicious Activity , If You See Something Say Something, Every Piece of Information Helps .
5. The puppy guy dunno why just got a feeling, gotta keep an eye on him. Thatâs a real cute dog.
6. Seen two magpies yesterday like that old rhyme â¦
One for sorrow, two for joy
three for a girl, four for a boy
five for silver, six for gold
seven for a secret that canât be told
7. The colour codes we made up: green means you being followed, yellow equals coast is clear, blue (Blue) always meant you can trust this person, sure hope that oneâs right. Red means either keep walking or something strange going on so stay away from the house â yeah right, what house. Canât remember what purple meant Iâm real tired now.
Grace must be here somewhere. Wish I didnât lose our phone. IÂ try to send her a message in my head sometimes but I donât reckon she can hear me. I reckon she thinks Iâm kaput, finito. Like Max. Poor old Max, he didnât mean to be like that, a kinda sickness is what they call it.
Hey Gracie, Iâm right here. And Iâm gonna find you. One for sorrow, two for joy .
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CHAPTER 4:
THE UNDERPASS
[Pink lounge, Tiffanyâs, North Interzone: Grace | âSusieâ | âJosetteâ | âPerryâ]
âLesson one,â said the older woman, tearing open the packet with practised teeth. âWatch me.â Her name was Josette. Her fingers were loaded with flashy rings, her tan was too deep and her wig was slightly askew, but she had a nice face.
Grace and the other new girl, Susie, sat very still. Susie was a small, hungry-looking brunette, her jeans hanging off her narrow hips. While theyâd been waiting out in the foyer, Grace had overheard Susie telling the receptionist she was here to see Tiffany, about the modelling work â the ad stuck in the phone box?
The receptionist had thrown back her head and laughed, but not unkindly. âThere is no Tiffany, petal. Tiffany donât exist. Thereâs just Josette.â
Josette had greeted the girls brightly, poured them each a glass of cask wine, and sat them on a pink sofa in a pink room where a middle-aged man in a dressing-gown lay on a pink couch, chain-smoking and watching the box bolted to the ceiling. Introduced as Perry, heâd given the girls a polite nod, aimed the remote control overhead and lowered the volume. He didnât flinch as
4. Red stickers everywhere saying Street Profit and Gutter Bucks with dollar signs. Dunno what they are but like the billboards say: Keep Your Eyes Open , Be Alert Stay Safe , Report All Suspicious Activity , If You See Something Say Something, Every Piece of Information Helps .
5. The puppy guy dunno why just got a feeling, gotta keep an eye on him. Thatâs a real cute dog.
6. Seen two magpies yesterday like that old rhyme â¦
One for sorrow, two for joy
three for a girl, four for a boy
five for silver, six for gold
seven for a secret that canât be told
7. The colour codes we made up: green means you being followed, yellow equals coast is clear, blue (Blue) always meant you can trust this person, sure hope that oneâs right. Red means either keep walking or something strange going on so stay away from the house â yeah right, what house. Canât remember what purple meant Iâm real tired now.
Grace must be here somewhere. Wish I didnât lose our phone. IÂ try to send her a message in my head sometimes but I donât reckon she can hear me. I reckon she thinks Iâm kaput, finito. Like Max. Poor old Max, he didnât mean to be like that, a kinda sickness is what they call it.
Hey Gracie, Iâm right here. And Iâm gonna find you. One for sorrow, two for joy .
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THE UNDERPASS
[Pink lounge, Tiffanyâs, North Interzone: Grace | âSusieâ | âJosetteâ | âPerryâ]
âLesson one,â said the older woman, tearing open the packet with practised teeth. âWatch me.â Her name was Josette. Her fingers were loaded with flashy rings, her tan was too deep and her wig was slightly askew, but she had a nice face.
Grace and the other new girl, Susie, sat very still. Susie was a small, hungry-looking brunette, her jeans hanging off her narrow hips. While theyâd been waiting out in the foyer, Grace had overheard Susie telling the receptionist she was here to see Tiffany, about the modelling work â the ad stuck in the phone box?
The receptionist had thrown back her head and laughed, but not unkindly. âThere is no Tiffany, petal. Tiffany donât exist. Thereâs just Josette.â
Josette had greeted the girls brightly, poured them each a glass of cask wine, and sat them on a pink sofa in a pink room where a middle-aged man in a dressing-gown lay on a pink couch, chain-smoking and watching the box bolted to the ceiling. Introduced as Perry, heâd given the girls a polite nod, aimed the remote control overhead and lowered the volume. He didnât flinch as