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against his lips, as if weighing the pros and cons of the latest tax proposal.

'Keep quiet,' Jesse hissed at Sarah. She was a city brat. Didn't she have any more sense than this? She must
know when to cut and run.

Her face was blotched with rage, and she was shaking so hard that she could barely spit out a coherent
sentence.

'Bastard. Get off. Take your fucking hands off. Right now. Now.'

'No.'

She tried to pull away, kicked him, and swung her other arm for his head. She was strong, but he held on. The
dog whined and ran round them, tangling his lead about their legs.

Jesse waited until her first fury had passed. 'It's got nothing to do with us.'

'Fuck that.'

'I'm not getting involved in someone else's fight.'

'What's the matter with you? You can't just walk away. There are six or eight of them. They're going to put
him in hospital.'
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'No, they're more likely to kill him.'

'And that's it? You don't care?'

'It happens.'

'Not if I can help it,' Sarah said.

'You can't do anything. We can't. Now let's get out of here before they invite us to join their little party.'

He flinched at the contempt in her eyes but held his ground. Her eyes filled with tears.

'Have you got a mobile?' he asked with a sigh.

'At home. Forgot to charge it.'

He shrugged. 'Let's go.'

'I'm going back there.'

'Then you're on your own.'

He released her arm. They stared at each other in silence. Jesse could still hear music and laughter coming
from around the corner, but his head was throbbing, and it took all his concentration to deal with Sarah. The
sun was hot, and the smell of sweltering tarmac and exhaust was making him nauseous and a touch dizzy.