by James Craig
What was she going to do now? Allie Simmons sullenly watched the dwindling stream of people heading along Praed Street. In her pockets, she had the princely sum of three pounds and seventeen pence. Allie might have gotten an ‘F’ in her maths GCSE last summer, but even she knew that her wasn’t going to get her very far on that.
As she hovered on the kerbside, a car pulled up. The driver, a young white guy with a cigarette dangling from his lips, wound down the window and blew a stream of smoke towards her.
‘Looking for directions?’
A gust of icy wind tore down the street. Shivering, Allie said nothing.
‘Need a place to stay?’ the man persisted. The back door of the vehicle clicked open. ‘C’mon,’ he smiled, ‘get in.’
Acknowledgements
I would like to thank Michael Doggart for all his help in producing this book. Also, thanks are due to all at C&R, including Krysyna Green, Clive Hebard and Joan Deitch.
