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
Eddie knotted his black tie and glanced at himself in the mirror. Greasing his hair back with Brylcreem, he put on a pair of dark sunglasses to enhance his image. Today was his father’s funeral, God rest his soul. The police had kept hold of Harry’s body for six weeks and they would have kept it longer, had Eddie not intervened. He’d threatened to blow the whistle on a couple of his dad’s old acquaintances just to get things moving.
‘You want us to catch your father’s killer, don’t you?’ the bent DS asked Eddie sarcastically. The bent DS was nothing to do with Harry’s case and wasn’t keen to intervene.
Unable to function properly while his father was lying on a cold slab in the mortuary, Eddie gave it to him. ‘If you don’t get my dad’s body released by next week, I will personally ensure that the shit hits the fan. I know every dodgy deal my father did with you and your pals and I’m sure it would make interesting reading for the Chief of Police. The mugs leading the hunt are no nearer to finding his killers now than they were the day he died. Useless cunts, the lot of them. Just release me dad’s body so he can get the send-off he deserves and then I’ll find the killer me fucking self.’
The threat worked wonders and the following day Eddie received a phone call allowing him to organise the funeral. The six weeks since Harry had been murdered had been the hardest in Eddie’s life. Many a night he’d woken up in a cold sweat as a nightmare had brought it all back to him. The images of his father’s battered face and body seemed to torture him every time he closed his eyes.
Ed had finally got hold of Gary and Ricky the day after Boxing Day. They had flown home within twenty-four hours and, along with Raymond, had been a great support to him ever since.
With the Old Bill about as much use as a chocolate fucking teapot, Eddie had started his own line of investigation. He, Ray and the boys had spoken to every underworld connection they knew, but nobody had heard so much as a whisper.
Frustrated, Eddie had turned his attention towards his dad’s neighbours. The young lads that had been harassing his father had been spotted by all of them and Eddie managed to get a description. The problem was, seeing as they’d always worn their hoods up, the description was rather vague.