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Prison was a bitch on the hair, especially bleached blonde locks in need of regular conditioning. I squeezed two brittle strands between my fingertips and grimaced.

I shook my head. A girl plunges a paring knife into her cheating, drug-dealing soon-to-be-ex, then she’s locked away in a juvenile detention center where no one gives a damn about her split ends. And don’t get me started about how many nails I had to break trying to teach a bitch not to mess with my stuff.

Stretching my legs, I leaned back in the plastic seat of the interview room and stared at the two police officers. Detective Sergeant Spears, a thirty-something-year-old with the kind of ruddy complexion some people got from drinking too much beer. Next to him sat Detective Constable Barnes, a twitchy little weasel with a wispy, Fu Manchu mustache.

The sergeant leaned forward. “Sammy Kettering just woke up from intensive care to give a statement saying you stabbed him in the arm and pushed him down the stairs.”

“No comment,” I replied.

“And your fingerprints are all over the weapon.”

“No comment.”

“Lilah, I’m so glad the black eye has faded,” said DC Barnes, trying to play good cop. He pulled his whiskers between thin fingers. “Where did you get it?”

Suppressing the urge to roll my eyes, I said, “No comment.”

Sergeant Spears grunted. “What do you know about the cannabis farm in his basement—”

“My client already gave a statement after her arrest,” said the duty solicitor. “She has nothing else to add.”

I gave my legal advocate the side-eye. She could have saved us all the effort and spoken up earlier. Sammy knew from day one that I would fight back if someone hit me first. How many times had he seen me scrap against bitches in pubs and clubs who tried to start shit?

My lips tightened at the memory of that night. He must have been high on his own weed if he thought I would catch him stark bollock naked with my supposed best friend and believe he’d been practicing for a threesome.
Nichelle had dived behind the sofa as soon as I’d stepped into the living room, but Sammy had brazened it out. I shook my head. If the twat hadn’t punched me in the face and threatened to do more, I wouldn’t have reached for the knife.

Sergeant Spears folded his arms over his rounded stomach. “Fortunately for you, the Crown Prosecution Service has decided not to pursue the case.”

My heart made a quadruple full-back somersault with four twists, sending sparks of excitement across my chest. Tamping down my emotions, I raised my brows and kept my features neutral.

He continued, “Apparently, prosecuting a seventeen-year-old girl for an assault that led to the arrest of one of Richley’s biggest cannabis dealers is not in the public interest.”

Sergeant Spears officially ended the interview and turned off the recording device.

As soon as the officers rose from their seats and strode to the door of the windowless room, the muscles around my neck and shoulders relaxed. The longest breath in the history of police interviews whooshed out of my lungs. Finally!

Constable Barnes paused at the door. “It’s amazing how Sammy fell down the basement stairs and knocked open the door leading to his underground weed farm. It nearly mirrors what happened to your stepfather.”

“What are you trying to say?” I snapped.

“People talk.” He opened the door for his superior officer. “And they come to conclusions. You might want to leave Richley’s underworld and associate with a better class of person.”

“Leave her alone.” Sergeant Spears ushered the constable out of the room. “She’s better than any sniffer dog on the force.”

I suppressed a shudder at the thought of the German Shepherds that had plagued my childhood.

Constable Barnes stepped out of the door and let it click shut. All traces of elation shriveled in my chest and died, leaving behind a trail of festering dread. If Sammy ever got hold of me…

I stared down at the table and let my shoulders slump.

The duty solicitor placed a hand on my back. “Congratulations, Miss Hancock.”

“Thanks.” I stood and smoothed down my bottle-green, juvenile detention tracksuit. “What happens next?”

1. Cruel Games
2. Cruel Hearts
3. Cruel Shame