Detective John Miller had been put in charge of the murder of Charlie Wilson. Sixteen years on the force, well respected, methodical, a regular all round good guy.
He was now sitting in the Three Crowns public house a few miles away from the Westbury Estate. This is where he did his best work. Couple of pints, relaxed atmosphere ( not like the fucking station where it was like a mad house!),go through everything in his mind, slowly, very slowly.
He had ruled out Tony Taylor from being involved, from everything he knew about the trio, Taylor was the weakest. Wilson and Jenkins were the hard bastards and it always looked like Taylor was just along for the ride.Taylor also had an alibi, according to forensics, Wilson was killed at around 11.30pm. According to Taylors dad, he was indoors just before 11.00. No way was it Taylor. But he'd keep someone on Taylor just in case!
He knew from Wilsons mobile records that he had called Leon Jenkins 12 times that day. Leon hadn't answered any of the calls. In fact Leons mobile hadn't been used since 14.42 the day before.He had to assume that this was the time that Leon had either been abducted or killed.He wasn't buying the theory that Leon had killed Charlie. Didn't make sense. The last message from Wilson to Jenkins was a voicemail at 11.17, Wilson asked where the fuck he had been all day and that he was heading over to Ginas. Wilson was killed about 10 minutes later. Jenkins had never picked up the message. Nope it wasn't Leon Jenkins.
So what about the gang on the Mandarin Estate, now this realy didn't make sense. Yes, they had a few scraps from time to time but nothing on this scale. He was convinced that Leon would turn up dead somewhere, so this meant that someone had taken out the two hardest bastards on the Westbury Estate in just 2 days!This would take planning, cunning,knowledge all the things that were beyond the low life wankers from the Mandarin.
But the reality was, first Leon Jenkins then Charlie Wilson, so who next, Tony Taylor?
He would definately put someone on Taylor!
Or was there a new kid on the block? Someone they hadn't heard of? Unlikely but possible.
What the fuck was going on?
Doug knew he had to get this right or he'd be fucked. He'd wait, bide his time, wait for things to settle down. But what would he do if he was still in the paras? Exactly the opposite. He'd always been taught to do the unexpected, take the enemy by suprise.What was the thing that would take them by suprise, another body! No one would expect that. The old bill where still on the estate so everyone thought they were safe, especially Tony Taylor. He'd act quickly, yes thats what he'd do, he'd act quickly!
Tony Taylor was bored, he'd been indoors all day. Now it was 8.00pm and he had nowhere to go. His two wanker mates were gone, even though he disliked them he still missed them.Everyone had been told to stay indoors until the Police found out what was going on, but fuck that, he wasn't under house arrest. Bollocks, he'd go out, over to the off licence get some beers for him and dad, might bump into one of the younger lads, have a laugh.Got to do something for fucks sake. He put on his coat and left the flat.