Sitting up and rubbing her eyes, Bianca glanced at the small, slim watch she wore, a gift from St Just.

It showed the time to be around three in the morning. With a huge yawn, Bianca looked around.

From where she sat, she could see Barry’s two men, armed and dangerous, standing at the door. Wide awake and on the job, she grinned to herself.

It was time to go home, to cuddle baby Cian and snatch some sleep.

But the atmosphere in the Casino was that of an undefinable alertness, an edgy sensation, even at this hour.

The casino shimmered like a mirage against the night — all mirrored...