"Jesus Christ," Ylva said and snatched up her bag, delving into it for her other phone - the one with her private numbers. "It was agreed," she growled as she unzipped the pocket. "The City was to be a testing ground for worldwide distribution. What the hairy fuck is he playing at? It's that troglodyte Jimmy, isn't it? Max wouldn't be this irresponsible."
Her brother - her adored big brother - a crack dealer? Impossible.