Krayzy Days by Micky Fawcett

Author:Micky Fawcett [Fawcett, Micky]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Micky Fawcett
Published: 2014-06-09T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

Life Saver

I stood at the front door and I spoke clearly and deliberately. I kept completely still and I didn’t raise my voice.

The man was a right Jack the Lad until I said, ‘You were seen with Reggie Kray’s bird the other night.’ I knew the words would have an effect on him, but I hadn’t expected him, almost in one movement, to leap backwards and slam the door in my face. The letterbox opened and a pair of terrified eyes peered at me.

I said, ‘Open the door.’

‘No! Talk to me through this,’ he shouted. ‘I don’t care if my wife hears!’

‘Open the fucking door!’

He was scared, but he did it. I saw he was crying and shaking. Snot dribbled down over his mouth. He pleaded and begged indistinctly. I kept my own voice level and spoke as kindly as I could. There was no need to be any heavier.

‘It’s nearly on you,’ I said. ‘Behave yourself in future.’

Reggie had told me of his suspicions the night before in The Grave Maurice. He was engaged to Frances and he was worried.

‘Mick, I’ve got something I must talk to you about,’ he said. ‘I was outside her house the other night, sitting in the car and watching. A fella came home with her very late at night and dropped her off. I took his car number down and I HPI’d it.’

He was referring to doing a hire purchase investigation, something that was carried out by car dealers as a routine check on the details of potential buyers. Johnny Hutton, who owned the Walthamstow firm used by the Krays, had run the enquiry for him.

‘I’ve got his address,’ said Reggie, ‘and I wanna do him.’

It would have been easy to go along with this but I didn’t want to cause unnecessary trouble and I just felt there was something here that I thought could be done differently. I knew right away why Reggie had come to me, because he was terrified the Colonel would have found out and driven him mad, the main thing for me was to give him a get out.

‘Hold tight now, Reg,’ I said. ‘I’ll sort it out. Leave it to me, okay?’ And Reggie let me get on with it.

Perhaps, deep down, he wanted only to know that Frances wasn’t playing around. If there was a way I could get him out of it with his own dignity intact it had to be worth trying. But I had no real idea of what I was going to do. I needed this particular job like a hole in the head and come closing time I was pretty irritated by being caught up in Reggie’s tangled life again. I went home and to bed.

I was woken at about 5.00 am by a knocking on the window. I didn’t connect it with the conversation in the pub, not least because I lived in Upton Park at the time, a long way from Reggie. But there he was, staring in at me when I pulled back the curtain.

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