The Soho Don by Michael Connor

Author:Michael Connor [Connor, Michael]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Ouen Press
Published: 2014-11-12T05:00:00+00:00

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A hand from below the table slowly worked its way up Jan's slender leg and under her dress. She quickly swung her legs away in the opposite direction and at the same time slapped the intruding hand.

Tables at Danny La Rue's club were arranged in terraces to enable all guests to get an uninterrupted view of the cabaret. Harry H Corbett was laughing up from the table below. With the lights dimmed, Bill and Jan had not seen their close friend when they had been shown to their seats. Two bottles of champagne later, and Bill was clearly in a mood. The alcohol and the situation surrounding The Craywood were preying on his mind.

‘Phone Bruce and tell him if there is any trouble over that place, he's going to get a bomb thrown through his window.’

‘I can't do that, Bill,’ Jan replied.

‘I said go and phone him and tell him he's going to get bombed.’ Bill sounded as though he was going to explode at any minute.

‘I don't have his number,’ Jan said, trying to find an excuse not go.

‘Phone directory enquires. Ask Dan for a telephone book.’ Jan could see that it was no good arguing with him. She picked up her bag and headed off in the direction of the call box.

‘You look a bit off colour. Is everything alright?’ Harry asked, moving up into the seat Jan had vacated.

‘Yes. I'm just a bit out of sorts. Lot going on at the moment,’ Bill said lifting his head from his hand and glossing over things.

‘Jan said you've been drinking a lot ever since you came out of Winston's.’

‘I've been drinking a lot for years.’

‘Yes, but not on your own in the flat.’

‘Jan talks too much.’

‘Bill, if it's money you know we'll all get together to get you another place.’ Harry was obviously concerned and Bill knew that his offer was genuine.

‘Harry, thanks but it's not money. You're a good friend.’ With that Jan returned and Harry slipped back into his chair at the lower table.

‘Did you tell him?’

‘I couldn't get through,’ she lied. ‘I'll try again later.’

Early the following week, Bill had his card marked again, this time from a constable at Brixton nick. He still had contacts, the problem was they did not carry sufficient clout to change what was happening, only to pass on information gained during briefings or by keeping an eye on witnesses that were brought in for questioning.

The management and staff at The Craywood now had to be taught a lesson. Arson is a powerful weapon. It attacks all the senses. The smell of petrol, the heat of the flames, the roar of the fire and the charred black lingering look of equipment that is expensive to replace. Even the smallest fire sends unmistakable smoke signals.

The blaze quickly took hold, assisted by lighter fuel sprayed on to the curtains. The property sustained only superficial burns but it was clear that the time for playing games was over, and anyone making themselves too busy with the law would have to suffer the consequences.

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