ERICI've been Tom's friend for years, since long before the Rookeries and the resistance and all of it. That friendship is one of the few things I've had that felt solid and real.The other thing I had was money, and now I don't have that anymore.The battle took everything. My income, my savings, whatever fragile sense of financial security I'd managed to build. I'm surviving on community charity now, on handouts, on the particular kind of quiet pity that people give you when they feel bad for you but don't want to make it awkward. It's humiliating in a way that gets under your skin and sits there, festering.That's when the offer comes, passed through an intermediary, from an anonymous contact with very generous terms."We need information about Callum's crew. Activities, plans, decisions. Nothing dangerous, just observation. And we pay well.""How well?""Five thousand pounds upfront, plus five hundred a month for ongoing reports. More if the information proves particularly valuabl
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