Chapters (52)
- Title Page
- Copyright Page
- Dedication
- Acknowledgements
- BOOK ONE
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- BOOK TWO
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- Chapter Thirty-Five
- Chapter Thirty-Six
- Chapter Thirty-Seven
- Chapter Thirty-Eight
- Chapter Thirty-Nine
- BOOK THREE
- Chapter Forty
- Chapter Forty-One
- Chapter Forty-Two
- Chapter Forty-Three
- Chapter Forty-Four
- Epilogue
‘Georgio provided motors for villains. He had a ringing business. Ringing a motor is getting two cars, say two Cosworths, one of which is smashed at the back, the other at the front. They’re insurance writeoffs. We’d collect them from different breakers’ yards all over the country. Then we would buy in a new car, a lovely motor, and we’d ring the other two cars. That involves welding the two halves of the cars together. We’d then give it the number plate of the good motor, see? It’s pukka stuff. If it ever came back to us, we bought it sold as seen; the ringing had been done at an earlier date.
‘Well, the original car is now worth a small fortune to a blagger. I mean real blaggers here, not penny-halfpenny robbers. I mean blaggers who are looking at netting anything around a million - like Brink’s-Mat for example. That car is clean, in perfect condition, it can outrun an Old Bill motor without even gunning it, and it can fetch forty-five thousand pounds or above. Bearing in mind the ringer can also fetch eighteen thousand or above, you’re looking at a nice little earner, see.
‘Well, Georgio provided the cars for a robbery in East London earlier this year, the robbery he was given eighteen years for. The security guard died, that’s what caused all the hag. Georgio provided the cars, and through a friend of ours, the guns also, though we thought they wouldn’t be loaded. We never supplied any ammunition with them - they did that off their own bat. Normally a sawn-off shotgun is enough to calm everyone down. You don’t have to fire it, see. People are just plain scared anyway.
‘Well, Wilson’s gun was loaded. He shot the guard. It all went up the wall.’ Paddy shook his head in disgust. ‘Wilson went to one of the sites with the money. It was his job to stash it and the jewellery. Georgio took the stuff and stashed it again. He also hid out Wilson, then the prat went walkabout to his wife and kids and got a capture. If he’d have stayed put for a while we’d all have been home and dry. All he had to do was keep a low profile for a few months. His wife and kids would have been looked after.