Chapters (61)
- Title Page
- Copyright
- PRAISE FOR PAUL FINCH
- Dedication
- Table of Contents
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Epilogue
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‘We, Frank?’ Pentecost wondered. ‘Or me?’
‘We,’ McCracken said. ‘We’re all in this together … that’s why I’m not taking yesterday’s losses personally.’
‘Perhaps you can elaborate on “wrong way”?’
‘For what it’s worth,’ McCracken said, ‘I think you’re dead right to assume this is a bunch of cowboys trying their luck. These are good-sized blags, but I don’t see any pattern to it. They’re hitting targets of convenience.’
‘Targets of convenience?’
‘Oh, they clearly know where the money is,’ McCracken said. ‘They’ve done their research. But everything’s a bit crazy, a bit madcap.’
‘I have to agree with that,’ Benny B spoke up. ‘I don’t see any Brink’s-Mat type planning behind any of this.’
‘Nevertheless …’ Pentecost swivelled round to peer accusingly at his fat security chief, ‘yesterday alone, they walked away with one-fifty K of our cash. Ours, Benny. No one else’s.’
Benny B reddened and looked at his knees; he was acutely aware that some of the underbosses were now briefing against him. If he’d let his body go to seed, they were asking, how far behind that was his head? Any more foul-ups like this, and his time spent as Bill Pentecost’s personal bodyguard when they were juvenile offenders back in Moston would most likely count for nothing.
‘And that’s my second point, Bill,’ McCracken interjected. ‘We shouldn’t underestimate them. They’re clearly good at this. That’s why I think we made an error putting out a general reward for intel. If anything, that’s proved counter-productive.’
Benny B, whose idea it had been, cut a sideways look at him. ‘You’d have done nothing, I suppose?’
‘Well, I wouldn’t have invited all the criminals of Manchester to eat each other,’ McCracken replied.
‘Like you’ve never beaten the shit out of anyone.’
‘The point is,’ McCracken said, ‘it’s brought us nothing but misinformation. You put a big reward out for intel, Benny – intel, not certainty! – and all it’s just been one big opportunity for a whole raft of lowlifes to get rich quick or pay off some old scores, or both.’
McCracken turned to address the rest of the Board.