Chapters (48)
- Cover
- THEFEUD
- Dedication
- ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
- PROLOGUE
- ONE
- TWO
- THREE
- FOUR
- FIVE
- SIX
- SEVEN
- EIGHT
- NINE
- TEN
- ELEVEN
- TWELVE
- THIRTEEN
- FOURTEEN
- FIFTEEN
- SIXTEEN
- SEVENTEEN
- EIGHTEEN
- NINETEEN
- TWENTY
- TWENTY-ONE
- TWENTY-TWO
- TWENTY-THREE
- TWENTY-FOUR
- TWENTY-FIVE
- TWENTY-SIX
- TWENTY-SEVEN
- TWENTY-EIGHT
- TWENTY-NINE
- THIRTY
- THIRTY-ONE
- THIRTY-TWO
- THIRTY-THREE
- THIRTY-FOUR
- THIRTY-FIVE
- THIRTY-SIX
- THIRTY-SEVEN
- THIRTY-EIGHT
- THIRTY-NINE
- FORTY
- FORTY-ONE
- FORTY-TWO
- FORTY-THREE
Zipping up her make-up bag, Joyce turned to her husband. ‘It wasn’t a gangland-style killing. You do overreact, Stanley. Harry was burgled by the sound of it, by yobs who then murdered him. I don’t want to go home. We’ve got to stay here; our daughter needs us.’
‘Well, I need to pop home to check on the pigeons. I know Jock’s looking after them, but I need to make sure they’re OK.’
‘Can’t you bloody well ring him?’ Joyce asked, annoyed.
‘You know the way I feel about me hen and me cock, dear. I need to see Ethel and Ernie with me own eyes. I won’t be long, I just need to put me mind at rest.’
Joyce smirked at her husband’s turn of phrase. She hadn’t seen his actual cock for years, thank God.
Slightly hungover, Joey opened his sister’s bedroom door. ‘Frankie, wake up. There’s loads of cars and people at the bottom of our drive.’
Yawning, Frankie wandered over to the window to see what the fuss was all about. ‘I think it’s the press. They’ve got cameras and that, I think.’
Joey squealed with delight. ‘Quick, get dressed, we’ll go out there. You never know, we might get our pictures on the front page of one of the nationals tomorrow.’
Frankie smiled at her brother’s excitement. He’d always loved a bit of drama and having his picture taken. ‘I’ll be ready in half-hour,’ she giggled.
Eddie slammed the front door and breathed a huge sigh of relief. His brothers and uncle had just left and he was glad to see the back of them.
‘Why don’t you let me make you some breakfast, Ed? You need to eat, love,’ Jessica told him.
Eddie shook his head. All he kept seeing was his poor old dad with his brains hanging out, and he didn’t fancy a morsel. ‘I’m gonna try the hotel again, see if I can get hold of the boys.’
He had tried to ring Gary and Ricky the previous evening, but had not been able to track them down. The receptionist had promised to get an urgent message to them, asking them to call home, but so far, Eddie had heard nothing.
Eddie dialled the number. Not in a good mood, he found his patience running out within seconds. ‘Ain’t you got someone there that can speak fucking English, mate?’ he shouted. As Eddie was passed to someone else, he immediately slammed the phone down. ‘They ain’t been back to the hotel all night, Jess. I dunno how I’m gonna get hold of them. They’re the ones I need here, not Paulie and fucking Ronny.’