"Nobody's Child" Cassie is an eleven year old girl who has been in a children's home since she was four years old. Very bright, Cassie excels in most subjects and can play Brahms and Mozart on the piano at the age of only six. Because of her age nobody wants to adopt her. Mrs Cummings the manager of Auton House is a wicked woman who treats Cassie and the rest in her charge badly and beats her with regularity. One day she is sent to clean out the toilet and bathroom and Mrs Cummings comes along to inspect them. Running a white glove over everything and looking for dirt. When she doesn't find any she then reaches up on the door - Cassie is only three feet six inches tall and was unable to reach up to the top of the door and Mrs Cummings sets about her with a cane. She beats her so badly that Cassie runs at her forcing her back where she hits her head on a wash basin. Cassie in her panic rushes out and runs away.- It is there that she meets Don a ex docker who takes pity on the girl - rea


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“Come on we have to inform the office and the police. Running back to the entrance Patricia asked the secretary if they could use the phone.


Standing in the office now was Cassie she looked at all of the books in the room and within a few minutes had scanned the lot. She was now familiar with educational law and how social services worked. She over heard the name of Auton House and knew that the people outside had come for her she opened the window of the Headmistresses room and slid out onto the grass. Looking around she scanned al the cars in the car park she had memorised all of them apart from one. It was a White coloured VW Beetle. “The people’s car developed during the second world war for Adolf Hitler. Light easy and affordable made by Porsche. It became known as the reliable car.

Cassie sneaked up around the back of the vehicle then took out a letter opener that she had taken from the heads room then jabbed the dagger like implement into both tyres. The air in them soon disappeared and they looked like two squashed slugs. Cassie made her way back to Armstrong Road where she hoped to see Don but using the key he gave her for the back door she found the house empty. The dog and Its basket were gone too so she figured that Mister Don had taken the dog around to Linda’s but why?’

She poured herself a glass of orange and ate a custard cream left on the plate. Then she wrote a note telling Don where she would be and placed it under the plate so only he would see it when he came to wash the dishes. She went to her draw then gathered up a few clean clothes then made her way to the moving staircase to her hide away home where she had first seen Mister Don.



Sit down Mr Delap said Detective Tim Stanton; Tim was from Birmingham but had moved up to the North East when his wife Heather got home sick. They met at a policeman’s ball. Heather had been married and divorced when she met Tim and the outgoing copper made what he called and arresting discovery after a few dates when he took down her particulars. They were married a year later and spent their honeymoon in Bali.

North Shields police station was old; it had been there since the early 1850’s when the rate of crime for larceny and other crime could see you send aboard the Wesley, which was a prison ship moored on the River Tyne. It was a harsh life if you were sent there as all you got to eat was a bowl of porridge with no sugar added. It tasted like wallpaper paste. And for dinner and tea a bowl of gruel; which was meant to be soup but the bacon bones that had been used that many times made the soup taste like dishwater. There was no meat in it to speak of and very little in the way of vegetables either.

The days on board were spent scrubbing the decks and polishing the cannons. Miss behave and you got to kiss the “Gunners Daughter.’ “Tied to the cannon the offender was then flogged. The hardest of men were broken this way. How Tim Stanton would have loved to be around then. He was very different from the other men on the force who all liked the folk scene of the sixties. Tim was into Janice Joplin, Jimi Hendrix and many other rock musicians at that time. He had black shoulder length hair and sideburns that dropped down past his ears. His mate Dave Woodford nick named (Beefy) the big lump of a man at six feet eight inches tall was afraid of no one. Tim remembers how they had both gone to a rock concert at the City Hall they came out 

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