Josh arrived at the bar fifteen minutes early for his shift. He hung his jacket up and wrapped the company’s branded apron around his waist, tying the strings in a bow at the front. Connor arrived shortly afterwards.

We’re going to be the highest-taking station tonight, Connor.’

‘Aren’t we always?’ Connor was still getting used to Josh’s work ethic and competitive streak.

‘Hey! How’s your day?’ asked Laurence. He and Josie were both driving to their respective homes. He guessed they were under 200 miles apart at this time.

‘It’s been tough,’ Josie replied, avoiding the driver in front.

Laurence could hear something in her voice.

Manchester Grammar School was reputed to be one of the finest in northern England. It was located in the Fallowfield district of Manchester, next to the Hollings Facility of the now Manchester Metropolitan University, known locally as the toast rack, due to its unique design.

Gareth Taylor traipsed into the classroom designated for that day’s detentions.

Lizzie Barker walked to the office. She took the bus. She’d normally drive, but a gatepost attacked the left wing of her Mini. She now needed money for the insurance excess to start the repair. And her No Claims Discount would be gone!

Recruitment wasn’t her first-choice career, but beggars couldn’t be choosers.