Ends weren't meeting. Birmingham was a city of the rich and the poor and you need to sink or swim. Hence why you became involved in that kind of work.

You have a regular client. You know he's a gangster, you've seen it in the papers. But he doesn't talk about it. Sometimes you don't even sleep together, he just wants someone to talk to. It's a cold and rainy night, verging on a storm, and you're getting ready to leave.

He comes over from behind, his accent as strong as his cologne.

"Miss Baby? You can't walk home in this, you'll catch a cold. Stay. I insist."