Mike Dixon

from being Ms Revolting.
She scooped up the coins in the cup. As usual, not one
had been put there by anyone but herself. She was remind-
ed of an absurd conversation she had once had with the financial
controller of the Narcotics Bureau. The silly bastard
wanted her to declare her takings as a beggar while working
as an undercover agent.
Barry proceeded down the road. Janet watched him turn
into an alley and staggered to her feet. She didn‟t want to
behave out of character but needed to hurry – which was
something Ms Revolting rarely did.
She threw the polystyrene cup into the bushes and sped
to the corner. What she saw caused her to pull up sharply. A
red van was parked near her motorbike. She reverted to an
aimless shuffle. The van didn‟t look right. But lots of things
don‟t look right. People who drive red vans often park without
due consideration for others.
She reached the van. The sound of rap music was coming
from inside. That didn‟t mean anything either. People who
play rap have a lot in common with people who drive red
vans. Then her wandering gaze caught sight of a familiar