I’m biting my nails. I want out of here.

‘So phone home, tell them you’ll be out all night. BECAUSE THIS ENDS HERE TONIGHT.’

One thought – JANICE.

Through the melee and out the door and down the corridor, Ellis trapped back down the hall, calling my name.

Outside the canteen there’s no answer and I slam down the phone just as Ellis catches up.

‘Fuck you going off to?’

‘Come on, we got to get started,’ and I’m off again, down the stairs and out the door.

‘I want to drive,’ he whines behind.

‘Fuck off.’

I’ve got my foot down, flying through the centre back to Chapeltown, police radio still crackling with the New Fire.

Ellis is rubbing his hands together, saying, ‘See he has his good points; big-time overtime.’

‘Unless they vote to continue ban,’ I mutter, thinking I’ve got to lose him.

‘More for them that wants it.’

I say, ‘When we get there, we should split up.’

‘Get where?’

‘Spencer Place,’ I say, like he’s as dumb as he looks.

‘Why?’

I want to throw on the fucking brakes and punch him but, instead, I smile and say, ‘Try and nip some of the usual bullshit in the bud. Stop them all yapping.’

I turn right, back on to Roundhay Road.

‘You’re boss,’ he says, like it’s only a matter of fucking time.

‘Yeah,’ I say and keep my foot down.

‘You take the right-hand side. Start with Yvonne and Jean in 5.’

We’ve parked up round the corner on Leopold Street.

‘Fuck. I have to?’

‘You heard Noble. Names, he wants fucking names.’

‘What about you?’

‘I’ll do Janice and Denise in 2.’

‘Bet you will.’ He’s looking at me sideways.

I let it go with a wink.

He reaches for the door. ‘Then what?’

‘Keep going. Meet you back here when you’re done.’