It was against everything she knew about the girl, and she decided straight away that there had to be something more going on that no one knew about for the girl to threaten one of her social workers with a blade. Roselle suppressed a smile. If they could see some of the weapons she had taken off young girls in her club before now. She had even confiscated a hand gun once from a little Brummie sort called Angelina. She had looked like an angel and talked like a navvy. And she had had every intention of using that gun. But Angelina had been a hard-nosed little bitch who knew more about life than most scientists could ever guess at. Then, so did Wendy in many respects. Roselle wondered how poor Sue would react to the news. Locked up as she was, there was precious little she could do to make any real difference. As she thought of her friend Roselle felt the familiar sickness in her belly. She was locked up for nothing really, it should have been Barry who had been taken away from his kids.
