Coach slows -

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck -

Driver opens door -

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck -

‘What’s going on?’

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck -

‘Been a shooting,’ comes copper’s voice.

‘Shooting?’

‘Strafford Arms.’

‘You’re joking?’

‘Looks like a robbery.’

‘Robbery?’ repeats driver with his stolen tenner burning a hole in his unwashed pocket and his jelly heart -

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck -

‘You’ll have to go down Springs,’ says copper.

‘Will do,’ says driver.

‘Some bloody Christmas,’ says copper.

‘Aye,’ says driver. ‘Hope you catch the bastard.’

‘We will,’ says copper. ‘We always do.’

Driver closes door and coach turns left and heads down Springs and out of Wakefield, snaking its way through Dewsbury and Batley into Bradford -

Sat on back seat, BJ suddenly shaking and crying and BJ can’t stop shaking and crying because of all things BJ seen and all things BJ done, things they’ve made BJ see and things they’ve made BJ do, all those fucking things they’ve made BJ do and BJ thinking of Grace and BJ shaking and crying because BJ know what they’ll have done to her and what they’re going to do to BJ, all people they’ve killed and all people they’re going to have to fucking kill, and BJ know BJ should have done it right, should have done bloody lot of them because now BJ be truly -

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck -

Fucked forever.

When he pulls into Bradford Bus Station, driver comes up to back.

BJ close BJ’s eyes -

‘Get off,’ he whispers.

BJ open BJ’s eyes: ‘I want to go to Manchester.’

‘Don’t give a fuck where you want to go,’ he spits. ‘It’s all over bloody radio and all over your fucking face.’