out about her.' 'And . . . ?' 'And it's not good news.' 'Go on.' 'She's been in the system.' 'Prison?' 'Off and on. She's twenty-eight now and has spent a lot of her life behind bars of one kind or another.' 'Go on.' 'She turned a steam hose on her older brother for a joke when she was fourteen years old.' 'Some joke. We've seen what it did to him.' 'She's not a nice person.' 'What else?' 'You name it. She was taken into care after putting her brother in hospital. Three months later she burned the house down.' 'She's got a thing with heat, obviously.' 'And knives. We've got paper on her for most things you can think of. Theft. Aggravated assault, mainly on women. Drug-dealing. Prostitution. She just got out of Holloway five days ago after serving eight years.' 'Eight years! What did she do, murder someone?' 'Seems like some girl came down from Birmingham and started working her patch. She cut one of her ears off and fed it to her.' Delaney flicked another cigarette into his mouth and, crooking his phone on his shoulder, managed to flare a match and light it. 'Nice.' 'This woman is very far from nice. She served her full term because she took a razor blade set in a toothbrush and sliced a female guard's cheek open.' 'You think she's got issues?' Bonner laughed drily. 'Yeah. Like Myra Hindley had issues.' 'I meant mental health issues.' 'She was never hospitalised, if that's what you mean. But this woman obviously gets off on violence. Particularly against other women. Not only that, but she attempted suicide twice whilst in custody. This is far from a healthy bunny here. I'd say we'd best find her quickly, because she ain't where she's supposed to be. Picked up, moved out, no forwarding address.' Delaney went to hang up but a thought occurred. 'Any word on Billy Martin or Jackie Malone's boy?' 'Nothing yet, boss. This case has taken priority.' 'I want you to keep going on Jackie Malone. And you report anything you find directly back to me. We clear on that?' 'You got it.' 'Just to me.' Delaney clicked his phone shut and ground out his cigarette with a sharp twist of his ankle. He looked over to where Jake was lifting off the nearside front wheel of the van, complete with tyre. He tossed it to one side as though it weighed as much as an empty carton of milk. Sally saw the concern in Delaney's face. 'Not good news from Sergeant Bonner, then?' 'Seems like Morgan was right about not seeing his sister for fourteen years. And he was right about something else too: she's a very nasty piece of work by all accounts.' 'Maybe some girls aren't better off with their aunts.' Delaney gave her a flat look. 'Time will tell. Always does.' He walked across to where Jake was working. 'Jake.' The mechanic stood up, squinting in the bright sunlight and shielding his eyes with his hand. 'Yes, sir.' 'You don't have to call me sir.' 'I haven't done anything wrong.' His eyes flicked nervously. Sally held her hand up reassuringly. 'Nobody is saying you have.' 'Have you found her then?' 'Not yet. Apparently she's with your younger sister.' Jake blinked. On a face not normally articulate with comprehension, he looked even more confused. 'I don't understand.' 'Candy.' Jake backed away. 'She's not coming here. I don't want her here.' Sally held her hands out. 'We don't know where she is. We need to speak to her.' 'I don't want her coming here. She hurts people.' 'Have you spoken to her recently?' Jake shook his head, terrified. 'Did she hurt you in the past?' 'She set light to Susie.' 'Who's Susie?' 'She was our dog. She set light to her tail and then she burned my brother with the steam hose. She likes to break things. Hurt people.' 'Have you any idea where she might be?' 'I haven't seen her since she burned Howard with the steam.' 'You haven't spoken to her on the telephone?' 'I don't use the telephone.' 'It's important if you know anything to tell us.' Jake nodded, his worried eyes darting to left