Enchanting Echo

I’m out. Finally. Free. Trouble? Mate, it’s licking my heels like a hungry dog. George Sterling’s playing hide-and-seek, and 10-year-old Echo has been stashed away like contraband, and the city’s waiting for me to trip over my own shit.

The Refuge pub’s still standing, just about. Old bastards running the place, loyalty thicker than whisky, but a few of them won’t make it past Monday.

Echo is ten years old, sharp as a switchblade, already giving me a run for my money. Tiny terror, future nightmare, and she knows it. Cold, clever, and nasty enough to make your teeth chatter. Well, what did you expect, with me as her mother and George, the descendant of Vicky Sterling, as her father?

I’m Angel Brown. Carnage is my job description. And if anyone thinks they can stop me… well, good luck with that!