Ben huffed and leaned forward a little. “Respectable… like that Mr. Hurley, I’m sure.” He threw himself back into the chair. “’e exploited Simon…” His mouth hung slightly open as he looked for the right word, then he clarified: “You know how I mean… Folk like ‘im are always danglin’ their money on front of our young un's because they know they ‘ave nowt and are desperate. And now ‘e's lustin’ after our Alice… I swear to God, if ‘e has…” his breathing became faster… if he's had ‘er, I'll kill ‘im!” He smashed his fists down on the table. The handcuffs cut into the sides of his wrists.