Roxy says, Yup.The clock ticks.Barbara says, I’m sorry we were unkind to you.Roxy raises an eyebrow.I wouldn’t say the word for it was ‘unkind,’ Barbara.Which is harsher than she meant, but there’s a lot happened when she was a kid.Those parties she couldn’t come to, and the presents she never got, and the family dinners she was never invited to, and that time that Barbara came round to the house and threw paint at the windows.You didn’t need to do this tonight, for Ricky.I didn’t think you would.Some of us don’t hold grudges, all right?Barbara looks like she’d slapped her in the face.It’s all right, says Roxy, cos it is now, it’s been all right maybe since Terry died.She chews her lip a bit.You never liked me cos of whose daughter I was.I never expected you would like me.We stay out of each other’s way, don’t we?It’s just business. She stretches, her skein tautening across her chest, her muscles suddenly heavy and tired.Barbara looks at her, eyes slightly narrowed.There’s stuff my Bern still hasn’t told you, you know.About how the business runs.Dunno why.He was saving it for Ricky, says Roxy.Yeah, says Barbara, I think he was.But Ricky’s not going to take it now.She stands up, goes over to the kitchen cupboard.I’ve been saying for months Bern should just give this all to you.Feels the weight and solidity of them in her palm.All the knowledge of how the business is run in a compact block, a brick of information.Because of what you did today, says Barbara, for Ricky.I’ll square it with Bernie. And she takes her mug of tea and goes to bed.The Monkes can make more money than anyone’s made since Prohibition.She’s smiling, and her one knee’s joggling up and down when she runs her eye along a row of names and sees something important.It takes her a bit to work out what it is she’s seen.A bent copper, Detective Newland.Cos she’ll never forget that thing Primrose said when he died, will she?She’ll never forget any of what happened that day her whole life long.Newland said you weren’t going to be home, Primrose had said.This copper, this Newland.He was part of the plan to kill her mum, and she’s never known who he was, not till now.Some dodgy copper selling stuff to my dad, selling stuff to Primrose.Some dodgy copper watching our house and saying when I wouldn’t be home.A quick search on the internet is all it takes.Detective Newland lives in Spain now.Doesn’t think anyone’s going to come looking for him, obviously.She never meant to tell Darrell about it.It was only that he came himself to thank her for what she’d done for Ricky, and for saving his own life.He said, We know which way this is going.Ricky’s out of the picture now.If there’s anything I can do to help you, Rox.Just tell me what I can do.