Doug was sat in his dads 2 bedroom flat watching the television. The one oclock news was about to start. He'd been out on the estate that morning, shopping.
The old bill were everywhere. They were asking questions to all the residents, had they seen or heard anything, 2 nights ago?.
Charlie Wilson had been found dead, stabbed to death it was said. They weren't giving anything else away, just that his body had been found on the estate near the rubbish bins.
When Doug had been asked, he just replied " Nobody goes out on the estate at that time of night, only people like Charlie Wilson!".
This had been the reaction of most other people as well.
The rumours on the estate were rife. It was thought that it was gang related, probably the rival gang from the Mandarin Estate. Another theory was that Leon Jenkins was involved, as Leon was now missing. Rumour was that Charlie and Leon had a fight over something and Leon had ended up killing Charlie, then had it on his toes. Tony Taylor had been held for questioning for 24 hours, but had since been released.
All these thing Doug welcomed. No one was talking about reprisals or vigilantes.
The one oclock news started. The main story was the killing of a teenage boy on the Westbury Estate in East London. The boy was named as Charlie Wilson, a young lad whose life had been viciously taken away from him 2 days ago, Thursday evening at around 11.30.
His family were distraught, his uncle was on the box now talking about what a great kid he was, talented, good soccer player, loving son to his mother etc, etc, etc. People had started to lay flowers at the scene. A local politician was now talking about knife crime and how it had to be stopped. Young lives were being taken away.
Doug was smiling, "What a load of bollocks" he thought. " Talented my arse, talented at beating up old people, talented at terrorising the fucking neighbourhood, talented at mugging innocent bypassers, what a load of bollocks".
Dougs dad called out from his bedroom, "Any chance of a cup of tea son?"
"No problem Dad, doing it now" said Doug.
Tony Taylor was at home in the family flat on the 12th floor of the highrise. Family is probably the wrong word, there was only him, his dad and his younger brother Gary. Gary was 8. His mum had died soon after Gary was born, heroine overdose. Tony had found her when he came home from school one day. She was laying on the floor with one of Tonys belts tied round her upper arm and a needle hanging out of her wrist. He saw the same scene in his mind everyday.
Social Services had got involved and had sent Tony to see a child psychiatrist, to see if he could help, Tony seemed fine to everyone so they thought it was something he would get over in time. Six years on and Tony still had the nightmares.
His dad worked as a labourer.Work wasn't easy to come by, but he normally found something somewhere. Money was tight, since the eastern europeans came over a few years ago, his dad was lucky to get only £55 to £60 per day, and that was a 10 hour shift. But if he didn't do it there were plenty out there that would. His dad didn't claim any benefits, didn't believe in handouts or "charity" as he called it. A man should always be able to support his family his dad would say. Not like most of the other scroungers scumbags on the estate.
Tony was watching the news. Charlie was all over it. People talking bollocks about him, laying flowers, making him sound like some kind of fucking saint. The old bill had even come and taken him away thinking that he'd done it, fucking madness.Dad told them that he was indoors at 11.00 that night, which was the truth, and they let him go.Fuck knows what happened to Charlie that night, he was banging on all night about Leon, where the fuck was he? why wasn't he answering his mobile? Going fucking mad about it all night. Then he stormed off and said he was going to find him, thought he knew where he would be. That was the last time he saw him.So either someone got to him before he found Leon, or, he found Leon, they had a big bust up and Leons done him. No way was it the wankers from the Mandarin estate, they didn't have the bottle. But Leon, that was another thing, when he lost his temper anything could happen. Just the other week the three of them were walking through the estate and Charlie was winding Leon up about Gina. Charlie reckoned he fucked her first, Leon said no way, he was the first one to fuck her, but Charlie just kept on and on about it. Leon just lost it and just lumped some poor old geezer carrying his shopping home, for no fucking reason, poor cunt didn't know what hit him. Then Charlie wanted to give him a kick while he was on the floor as if not to be outdone by Leon. Good job he told them they should fuck off cos someone was coming or they would have killed the old sod.
To be honest he was a bit relieved the fact that they were gone, he hated hanging around with those two. They could be such wankers sometimes, shouting at people, punching them for no reason, bullying, mugging. Tony had wanted to get out of the trio for sometime.But he knew he would never be allowed to.They would have just laughed at him, called him a pussy, probably given him a slap as well or even worse. Just not worth it. But now things could change. Maybe he could try to find work like his dad on the building sites. He was strong and fit.It was only carrying things about for fucks sake, he could do that.
He also liked to draw, no one knew this of course apart from his dad, or they would have taken the piss out of him. But he would sit sometimes late at night in his room and draw things from memory. Anything, cars, trees, buildings, anything that took his fancy. It was the only thing he had been good at in School. When he was 14 his art teacher wanted to put some of his work into a national competition, but no way could that happen, not with the other two around.
Yep he was now quite happy that Charlie was gone and Leon was hiding somewhere. No way Leon was coming back, not with the old bill after him.So from now on he could do what he liked. For the first time in his life he felt a sense of freedom.
Doug was now planning the demise of Tony Taylor, he would be cautious now, now that his two best mates were gone, he may stay indoors for a while, the old bill may be watching him, lots to think about. This would take planning, military planing.