“Look at that! And one’s a darkie, too, like being queers wasn’t bad enough?”
“Makes ya sick, don’t it?”
Dex felt bile building up in his throat, a panic seizing his gut. The voices materialised a few feet ahead of them as two skinny white drunks with short hair and baggy jeans, smoking outside a closing pub. In the sickly light of the Stella sign in the window, they looked squinty-eyed and hilariously nonthreatening, one blond, one dark-haired, just two young arseholes on the piss. Dex tightened his hold on Nick’s hand, hoping it transmitted security and not a threat, and turned to cross the street.
“Which one d’you think takes it up the arse?”
“The little b***h, definitely. Are you seeing this? Scared stiff, I’m telling ya.”
“Poor baby, well, she’s got her big man to protect her, ai
