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
Jessica put her arms around her husband’s waist and laid her head on his muscular shoulder. ‘The boys will probably ring later. Everything will be OK, Ed. Please let me make you a sandwich and a coffee. I’m so worried about you.’
Eddie held her close to him. ‘Go on then, make me a bacon sarnie and I’ll eat it just because I love you so much.’
The doorbell made Eddie nearly jump out of his skin. Peeping through the glass to check it wasn’t another reporter, he was relieved to see Dougie and Vicki standing there.
‘I’m so sorry, mate, I’ve only just heard,’ Dougie told Eddie.
Eddie sent Vicki into the kitchen to see Jessica and ushered Dougie into his office. ‘I will find out who murdered me dad and I’ll treat them to the most painful death possible. I can’t do anything at the moment; the Old Bill are coming round later to take a statement. I’m gonna wait till the boys get back from Tenerife, let it die down a bit and then I’ll start me own investigation. I’d put money on it that Jimmy O’Hara was involved in some way, shape or form.’
‘When did the police say your dad was murdered?’ Dougie asked.
‘They ain’t said yet, but he was as dead as a dodo when I got there. He was freezing cold he was, looked like he’d been dead for hours. It was awful, Doug, really awful. At least if someone had shot him in the head, the poor cunt wouldn’t have suffered. He must have had a terrible death and I swear I’ll get revenge for him, if it’s the last thing I ever do.’
‘Mickey Finley rang me and told me what had happened. He said Harry’s house had been burgled and there was no sign it was gangland.’
Eddie shook his head. ‘I reckon some cunt’s made it look that way on purpose. There’d been some kids hanging around the area outside me old man’s house. He told me on Christmas Eve, said they were being a fucking nuisance. I reckon it was a set-up, my life, I do.’
Dougie shrugged. ‘Jimmy O’Hara’s back with his old woman now. Apparently, he had a big bash at his gaff on Christmas Eve that lasted late into the early hours. Patrick Murphy told me. He went round there, by all accounts, so it couldn’t have been Jimmy.’
Eddie felt deflated. O’Hara had been his only suspect. ‘I’ll find out who it was, Doug, don’t worry about that. I can’t get dad’s face out of my mind. Half of his brains were hanging out over the carpet, I was smothered in me own father’s blood. Can you imagine how that feels? Dougie, can you?’