Jane nodded. ‘I understand, and we’ve no intention of speaking to her. What you’ve told us is just background information and nothing incriminating against Tommy or George.’

‘What a robbery you investigating?’

‘A Securicor van,’ Teflon told him, ‘outside Barclays Bank in Leytonstone on Thursday morning—’

Nick’s eyes narrowed. ‘Was that de one on the news, where the policemen were shot and they crash the car?’

‘Yes—’

‘Vigliacchi bastardi!’ he said with a look of anger in his eyes.

Jane quickly pressed their advantage. ‘We want to arrest whoever is responsible before it happens again, and if these men are involved, we need your help.’

Nick stubbed his cigarette out, then ran his hand over his bald patch and took a deep breath.

‘The young a man with long blond hair . . . I’ve a heard Tommy and George call him Carl – and George some time say, “You all right, son?”. But I donna know if he is really son, you know?’

‘Do they look like father and son?’ Jane asked.

Nick thought for a moment. ‘Not really, no.’

‘Do you know if Carl works for Tommy or George?’

‘Maybe George . . . I’ve seen him give Carl a big wedge of cash, but I dunno what for – and I don’t ask.’

Jane looked in her pocket notebook. ‘We’re also interested in a white man who’s about five feet eleven tall, with dark slicked- back hair. He wears a brown camel hair coat with a black suede collar.’

Nick smiled. ‘I see him a couple of time in here, he’s very smart and speak with, how you say . . . a plum in his mouth.’

‘You mean he speaks with a posh accent?’ Teflon asked.

‘Si. I dunno his name, but he has a face I don’t forget, ’cause he look alike the actor who play Dracula . . .’ Nick paused to think of the name.

‘Vincent Price?’ Teflon suggested.

Nick raised his eyes. ‘No, no Vincent Price – he never play Dracula . . . I mean the man in the black and white film.’

‘Bela Lugosi?’ Jane offered.

‘Yes!’

‘How old is he?’ Teflon asked.

Nick shrugged. ‘I dunno, he’s dead now.’

‘I meant the man in the camel hair coat,’ Teflon said, stifling a laugh.

‘He about fifty, fifty-five maybe.’

‘Have you ever heard George talk to him – or anyone else – about a wedding?’

‘Not to Mr Lugosi . . . but a few weeks ago Tommy ask a me if I can do catering for a big wedding at a cheap price as the caterers for a George’s daughter’s wedding charging a fortune. I know Tommy taking the piss so I ask how a many plates of full English breakfasts he wants. George no a look amused and told us both to eff off.’

‘Do you know when or where the wedding is?’

He shook his head.

‘Have you ever heard them talk about a robbery?’ Teflon asked.