EpilogueSamia went through the metal detector gate and on towards the lockers. She dialled the four-digit number of her locker and retrieved her phone and keys. Outside was the promise of a lovely summer day, but Samia was sick at heart: she had just been to visit her kid brother, who was in Villepinte prison, a brother she should have managed to protect. Unfortunately, caught up as she was in the whirlwind of her work and her move far away from her family, she had not seen the youngest of the family start dealing in drugs, on his seedy estate.
He had started out by acting as a lookout for the local small-time gangsters. Then, to pay for a few days away in the sun, he had got them to advance him a bar of hash, which he sold well and quickly on the coast. After that, he had made numerous r
