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
‘She won’t. I’m gonna tell her I gave Jed ten grand to get out of her life. He put it in his pocket and ran like a racehorse, I’ll tell her,’ Eddie said confidently.
Raymond had his doubts about the story. ‘She ain’t stupid, your Frankie. You don’t wanna underestimate her, Ed.’
‘She’ll be fine in time. Obviously, she’s gonna be upset at first, but once I persuade her to get rid of the baby, she’ll get over it. Hopefully, one day she’ll meet a nice bloke, have his kids and thank me for her lucky escape.’
Not agreeing with Eddie’s way of thinking, Raymond changed the subject. ‘If you shoot Jed in the trailer, we’re gonna have to burn it.’
Eddie smiled. He was clever and had thought of everything. ‘I’m gonna burn the trailer, but not Jed. You know what the filth’s like, they’ll find his teeth and work out it’s him. When you drive off with Frankie, I’m gonna kill him, then wrap his body up in plastic. I’ve got a hooky motor to use. When you come back, we’re taking the body over to Flatnose Freddie. Freddie disposed of many bodies for me dad over the years, and our pikey friend, Jed, is going into his big cement mixer. “Freddie,” I said, “the boy’s a traveller, he’s used to open space.” “Don’t worry, Eddie, I’ll prop him up in one of the flyovers I’m building. He’s out in the open for ever then,” Freddie assured me. Then Ray, we’ll burn the motor.’
Raymond said nothing as he sipped his tea. Eddie’s plan was good, but not infallible and Raymond had a terrible feeling that something was about to go very, very wrong.
A couple of miles away, Jessica paced up and down the living room. Joey had just left to stay with his grandparents. ‘Please, Mum, I wanna stay with you. What are you gonna do? Please tell me,’ her son begged her.
Jessica had waved away his fears. ‘Mummy’s not doing anything for you to worry about. All I’m going to do is ring Jed and speak to him and Frankie. If I can meet up with them, maybe between us we can sort things out,’ she told Joey honestly.
‘Please let me come with you. I miss Frankie so much,’ her son pleaded.
Knowing that Joey was an emotional wreck and certainly no tough cookie, Jessica refused. ‘You stay at Nan and Grandad’s and as soon as I’ve met up with Frankie, I promise I’ll ring you and tell you everything.’
With Joey now safely out of the house, Jessica rang Jed’s number. Joey had found it the day before; it was written on a piece of paper in Frankie’s bedside cabinet.