Back Goodnight Lady
Chapters (60)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Page
  3. Praise
  4. Dedication
  5. BOOK ONE
  6. Prologue 1989
  7. Chapter One
  8. Chapter Two
  9. Chapter Three
  10. Chapter Four
  11. Chapter Five
  12. Chapter Six
  13. Chapter Seven
  14. Chapter Eight
  15. Chapter Nine
  16. BOOK TWO - 1925
  17. Chapter Ten - 1925
  18. Chapter Eleven
  19. Chapter Twelve
  20. Chapter Thirteen
  21. Chapter Fourteen
  22. Chapter Fifteen
  23. Chapter Sixteen
  24. Chapter Seventeen
  25. Chapter Eighteen
  26. Chapter Nineteen
  27. Chapter Twenty
  28. Chapter Twenty-one
  29. Chapter Twenty-two
  30. Chapter Twenty-three
  31. Chapter Twenty-four
  32. Chapter Twenty-five
  33. Chapter Twenty-six
  34. Chapter Twenty-seven
  35. Chapter Twenty-eight
  36. Chapter Twenty-nine
  37. Chapter Thirty
  38. Chapter Thirty-one
  39. Chapter Thirty-two
  40. BOOK THREE - 1947
  41. Chapter Thirty-three
  42. Chapter Thirty-four
  43. Chapter Thirty-five
  44. Chapter Thirty-six
  45. Chapter Thirty-seven
  46. Chapter Thirty-eight
  47. Chapter Thirty-nine
  48. Chapter Forty
  49. BOOK FOUR - 1968
  50. Chapter Forty-one - 1968
  51. Chapter Forty-two
  52. Chapter Forty-three
  53. Chapter Forty-four
  54. Chapter Forty-five
  55. Chapter Forty-six
  56. Chapter Forty-seven
  57. Chapter Forty-eight
  58. Chapter Forty-nine
  59. Chapter Fifty - 1970
  60. EPILOGUE

‘Don’t you ever mug me off again, you ponce! Not ever! Now, you’re going to tell me who’s backing Bolger or I’ll drown you in your own piss. Believe me when I say you’ve pushed me too fucking far. Out with it. I want a name and I want it now!’

The man looked up with fear in his eyes. In all his years of knowing Tommy, he had never seen him like this. It began to dawn on him that he had written Tommy Lane off too soon. The boy, and he was still a boy for all his grown-up looks, was a person he should not have underestimated. Like the Cavanagh girl, he was part of the new breed, and the prospect of what they could be capable of was frightening. All Bolger’s big talk was suddenly forgotten in the face of this boy’s wrath.

‘Tommy, leave go of me! Let’s talk.’

He laughed low.

‘I’ve had it with talking, you short-arsed runt! Now tell me who Bolger’s new friends are, and me and you will get on a lot better.’

‘I don’t know, I swear. All I know is that Bolger came to me and a few others with a proposition. He has a lot of money at his disposal, and a lot of manpower has been bought and paid for. Believe me, Tommy, it was nothing personal, just business. But I swear to you I don’t know who’s behind him. He said once it was a businessman, a big businessman. That’s all. He won’t let on who it is to anyone.’

‘You expect me to believe that and all, don’t you?’

Tommy’s voice held an incredulity that was forced. Dubronsky would save his daughter’s arse if not his own. But he had to be sure the man didn’t know.

‘Tommy, listen to me, I don’t know. Before God, I swear to you I have no idea...’

He let go of the man’s face. Livid white fingermarks were indented upon it. Tommy wiped his wet hand on the man’s shirt.

‘Where will I find him? He ain’t been seen in his drum for a while so where’s he hiding out?’

The little man squinted. Without his glasses he was nearly blind.

‘He’s staying with the Olds brothers down by Upton Park. But I warn you, Tommy, he’s well protected.’

‘How much muscle has he bought? Who are they?’

Dubronsky coughed and spat the mucus out on to the ground before answering.

‘The Olds, the Campbells, the Dennings. Not to mention a lot of the Jewish muscle as well as Maltese. The Marianos are considering his offer and I tell you now, he’s spending money like water.’