BACK IN THE DINGY, smelly garage, Queen was cut from the chair and cuffed to the water pipe again. She ached all over, and worse, she could feel the wetness in her underpants, and a cramping sensation inside her belly. She knew instinctively that she was in the early stages of a miscarriage. She sighed and curled up in a foetal position to ease her pain.
Seeing her in distress, Valentino looked at her with a tinge of compassion. As soon as Michael went out, he came over to her and said, ‘Are you okay?’
Queen looked up to see a pair of eyes that didn’t register a lot of intelligence, a pair of eyes that were more of a child’s than a man who had committed a string of felonies.
She tried to smile.
‘Is your friend gone?’
Valentino smiled and said, ‘He’s not my friend. He’s my twin. He’s v
