I was working the lunch-afternoon-evening shift and hadn’t been there when the boy – whose name was Sam – was introduced in the morning. And I w...sn’t there when Sam went into a fit of rage not being able to get away, having questions pushed at him from everyone, being too shy to answer almost anything. It was however very obvious that something was wrong in the afternoon, when everyone was angry at everyone and everything. Imagine a six-year-old boy with wavy, blond hair and huge blue eyes.. Margot and Elizabet are two veteran London City whores of as little conscience as myself, who know well how to provoke my appetites. More importantly they are most efficient at procuring for me a constant supply of pretty young maidens, abandoned urchins of no consequence ‘saved’ from the streets. They shall not be missed. These women have an excellent eye for pulchritude and know well the milieu of the desperate back streets of East London which they navigate like fish the sea, being born on. Jessica’s begun to drift over to her own investigation, partly for her own reasons. Having mingled, hung out with various employees of the clubs, gaining their confidence, she’s got a gut feeling something’s about to break.Tonight, once again, the members of her team have dropped slips to take the night off early, meaning she can’t officially work alone. Setting by the bar, ready to leave, the others long gone, approached by a couple of the waitresses’ she’s made friends with, she can’t. " In love?" she asked."How did you know?" Jenny answered in astonishment."It wasn't hard to tell. I could hear it in your voice," Michael responded. "Is he in love with you?" I don't know. He hasn't said and I haven't told him. That's my problem. Even if he doesn't love me, I don't want to date anyone else."There was silence on the phone for a moment."Does that include me?" Michael asked with a tinge of disappointment in her voice.Jenny paused at the unexpected question. "I hadn't thought about.