Black Widow by Jessie Keane Read Free Book Online

the floor; she’d kicked it over by accident when she’d been trying to grope her away around in here. There was some bread too, but it was stale. Like she was an animal.
    Layla decided to pretend that she was an animal, someone’s pet. She ate the dry bread and licked the bowl clean of what remained of the water. Then she lay down and wrapped herself in the blanket.
    Daddy would come back soon. Mummy too. They would never leave her alone like this, withthese strange people who didn’t speak and who covered their faces.
    She was an animal, curled up on her bed and waiting for her owners to come and collect her. She curled up in a ball, rocking herself, hands clasped around her knees. Suddenly, she was asleep.

6
    ‘Fucking hellfire, it
is
you,’ said Dolly when she flung open the front door of her Limehouse knocking shop and found her old friend Annie Carter and an unknown blonde standing there. They looked like someone had kicked the shit out of both of them. ‘Come in, for God’s sake.’
    Annie stepped into the hall and looked around at a place that had at one time felt so familiar, but was now completely changed. The black, wrought-iron clock shaped like a guitar was gone, so was the wooden plaque with the matador and the bull. Now the decor was bang-up-to-the-minute. Now there was bright orange-patterned wallpaper, the wooden staircase was painted white, and a cane basket chair was suspended from a hook in the ceiling in the corner.
    Where Chris used to sit and greet the punters
, thought Annie.
    There was no bouncer there now, but there wasa folded newspaper on the chair and an empty mug on the floor beside it.
    ‘We’ve got a new boy on the door,’ said Dolly, seeing Annie’s look. ‘Ross. He’s off on an errand, but he’ll be back later.’
    Dolly’s eyes locked with Annie’s.
    And then I’ll have to tell him you’re here
, said Dolly’s eyes.
    Annie nodded. Ross would be another Delaney boy, like Chris the old doorman had been. This was Delaney turf; Dolly paid them protection. The arrival of a prominent Carter family member on their patch couldn’t go unannounced.
    Annie felt as if she was moving through a dark, unspeakable dream. The familiar was gone, changed, lost forever.
    Max
, she thought.
Oh Christ
—
and Layla!
    She looked at Dolly. Dolly had changed too. Once the roughest of street working girls with an attitude to match, Dolly was every inch the madam-in-charge now, in a pink bouclé skirt suit and with her blonde hair immaculately cut and styled. Remembering the rough-edged brass that Dolly had once been, Annie felt even further disconnected from reality. Now Dolly was the embodiment of chic, just like Annie’s long-departed Aunt Celia, once the madam here, had been. Dolly even smelled good, of a fragrance Annie instantly identified as Guerlain’s Mitsouko.
    ‘You look like death warmed over,’ said Dolly, taking Annie’s suitcase and leading the way into the kitchen. ‘Come and have a cup of tea and tell me what the fuck’s happening. I couldn’t believe it when I got your call. And who the hell is this?’
    ‘This is Jeanette,’ said Annie as they went into the kitchen.
    Dolly put the suitcase down, out of the way. She looked at Jeanette.
    ‘She don’t say much,’ said Dolly.
    ‘We’ve had a bit of a rough time,’ said Annie.
    Dolly nodded.
    ‘Everything looks different.’ Annie peered around the kitchen. Her old table was gone. There was a smoked glass circular table in its place, and snazzy chairs to match, and a big descending taupe-coloured smoked glass light above it. Posh fitted units all around, with oatmeal doors and a wooden trim. Rush matting on the floor.
    ‘Well, it’s been a while,’ said Dolly, filling the kettle.
    She flicked the switch on and turned and looked at Annie, who was sinking down into a chair like an old woman. Jeanette sat down too. Jeanette looked the worst of the two, thought Dolly. Jeanette looked as if someone or something had