Sally doesn't like being a dishwasher in a second-rate London restaurant. Who would? (And it's Sally, not Squeezy: permanent dishpan hands are bad enough, without a Fairy Liquid-related nickname from the temperamental Gordon Ramsay-wannabees she works with.) But when you're not quite eighteen, and on the run from your psycho narcissistic Scouse gangster rellies, hiding out in the nation's capital, what you gonna do? Girl's gotta eat, right? Well, it's one option, anyhow. The other is her side-gig: a little light breaking and entering, cat-burglary in the swishier parts of NW London, whenever she spots an opportunity. Except her latest entrepreneurial adventure turns out a little trickier than she'd anticipated: and coming into the full flower of special superpowers, with a burglar alarm blaring and the fuzz heading her way, blue lights flashing, is just not a good way for anyone to find out they're a supervillain... cover image https://openclipart.org/detail/181861/woman-lips All rights reserved Polly Connor 2018All Rights Reserved
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