The Godfathers of London by M. C. Dutton

Author:M. C. Dutton
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 781783068241
Publisher: Troubador Publishing Ltd

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Not so silent night

Next morning started not quite as bright and early as Jazz would have liked. He was getting used to the heavy muzzy head in the morning and the feeling of hopelessness when he saw how much he had drunk the night before. Vodka was such an easy drink to slip down his throat and make him feel good. He hardly noticed how much he was drinking.

He had decided that today was the day he would find Mad Pete and give him a slap. Pete had been missing for days and he wasn’t answering his phone or returning any of Jazz’s calls. Something was up and Jazz was going to find out what. Mad Pete should have known better than to fuck about with Jazz. Their relationship had rules. Mad Pete did what Jazz asked and Jazz kept an eye out for Mad Pete and protected him where he could. It was an uneasy symbiotic relationship but it worked.

Mad Pete wasn’t playing the game. He had a top of the range mobile phone so there was no possibility that he hadn’t got the messages. It was an all singing all dancing piece of equipment that the lads who hung around Mad Pete badly wanted. Those with the best mobiles were top dogs; there was competition over who had the best and latest mobile phone. Mobiles had taken over from the best trainers and the biggest diamond earring in the hierarchy of being top dog. Mad Pete always went one further; he had three top of the market mobile phones. Jazz was disgusted to sit in McDonald’s with this bastard talking on three different mobiles. He just did it to show off to anyone watching.

So, with three mobiles, there was no excuse for Mad Pete to avoid Jazz except, of course, unless he had something to hide. Jazz was going to find out what that was. He drank some Fanta to wake him up; the sugary orange drink seemed to help the fuzziness in his head. He couldn’t believe it was nearly 10 a.m. At another time he would have jumped up and rushed around but he just couldn’t hack it at the moment. There was a cold piece of pizza in the fridge and he chewed it distastefully, just for a bit of something in his stomach. He hoped that would stop him feeling so sick.

At 10.30 a.m. he left De Vere Gardens for Barking. He should have gone via Ilford Police Station but wasn’t up for it. He thought about Ash but he needed to find Mad Pete and sort him out himself. He didn’t want Ash hanging around. Besides, he told himself, Ash was busy doing his paperwork thing. Automatically, he checked his pocket for his hip flask. Old habits died hard. He was back into the habit of carrying vodka although he’d promised himself he wouldn’t go down that road again. He pushed this to the back of his mind and made his way to Barking.

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