MAGPIE was faster than me. He looked between me and Billy, then tapped Billy’s shoulder and pointed away into the evening. ‘Get ‘em back, get the lady, and tell ‘er to get the police.’
Billy gave an answer in French which I could not understand and lumbered away down the street, surprisingly quickly for someone of his size. Like a bear.
The single remaining Wrong Boy motioned me toward the nearest doorway. ‘You stay ‘ere,’ he said.
That wasn’t going to work, not at all. If he was caught, no one would know where the cart had gone. Two of us together would have a better fighting chance, and a better chance that one or the other would get away if fighting went bad.
‘Rubbish,’ I replied, shaking his hand off my arm. ‘Come on, or we’ll lose them.’
He rolled his eyes — rolled his eyes! — bu
