As Jay reaches the crossroads a rally bike flies past going at least triple the speed limit, the rider extends an arm, grabbing the handbag of an elderly bus goer as they go past; dragging her into the road.

Her head cracks against the tarmac and the bike revs up in the distance. Jay lowers and turns his head the opposite way, after a few steps he pauses,

“Fuck sake…” he turns back around and jogs towards the elderly woman whose still in a heap. “Excuse me? Hello? Are you okay?” Jay says trying to get the woman to come around, “Fuck me what am I doing… I’ve got a kg of fucking cocaine on me, covered in blood and holding onto a half dead old bitch; I’m fucked if anyone sees this!” He thinks as he picks her up and sits her down on the bus stop bench, as soon as he balances her he dashes back towards his house.

After 5 minutes he fetches his phone out from his blood stained bottoms and dials 999, “Emergency. Which service?” says the operator, “Yo, get me an ambulance, an old wo-”, “One moment please, connecting you now.” Interrupts the operator, silence proceeds for what feels like an hour,

“Fuck sake man come o-” Jay is interrupted a second time by the beep, connecting him to the ambulance service,

“Hello amb-”, Jay is the one to interrupt this time “Yo, ambulance at the bus stop outside the Bangladeshi Centre, an old woman’s been hit and run by some pricks on a rally bike, her heads bleeding and shes unconscious-” Jay hangs up and continues sprinting up the main road towards home. He bursts through the door and slams it behind him, shaking the entire house.

“Bloody hell, calm down!” bellows from upstairs, Jay shivers and shouts “Sorry mum!” She quickly skips down the stairs, “What’s gotten into yo- Oh my goodness Jay, what happened to your face?!” She worried,

“It’s nothing, I- I just fell over.” Said Jay looking down at his crimson splashed trainers, Jays mum starts to tear up, “I can’t handle this anymore Jay, too many sleepless nights worrying if you’re in trouble or worse!” She takes a deep breath,

“Stay away from whoever you’re hanging around with, why can’t you be more like your cousin?” Jay grits his teeth and apologises.

He walks upstairs and into the bathroom, making sure to close the door gently, as he starts taking off his clothes in preparation to get in the shower an ambulance can be heard faintly rushing down the main road.

He lets out a sigh, before stepping into the bath and drawing the curtain.

10 minutes go by and not a single muscle was moved, almost paralyzed; Jay withstands the scorching hot beating of the showerhead, thinking about the job Cedrique has assigned him.

“It’s suicide…” he mumbles, finally breaking out of the trance he finishes up washing himself. He turns the dial off, the last of the blood on the bath floor drains away.