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Chapters (52)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Page
  3. Dedication
  4. Acknowledgements
  5. BOOK ONE
  6. Chapter One
  7. Chapter Two
  8. Chapter Three
  9. Chapter Four
  10. Chapter Five
  11. Chapter Six
  12. Chapter Seven
  13. Chapter Eight
  14. Chapter Nine
  15. Chapter Ten
  16. Chapter Eleven
  17. Chapter Twelve
  18. Chapter Thirteen
  19. Chapter Fourteen
  20. Chapter Fifteen
  21. Chapter Sixteen
  22. Chapter Seventeen
  23. Chapter Eighteen
  24. Chapter Nineteen
  25. Chapter Twenty
  26. Chapter Twenty-One
  27. Chapter Twenty-Two
  28. Chapter Twenty-Three
  29. Chapter Twenty-Four
  30. Chapter Twenty-Five
  31. BOOK TWO
  32. Chapter Twenty-Six
  33. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  34. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  35. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  36. Chapter Thirty
  37. Chapter Thirty-One
  38. Chapter Thirty-Two
  39. Chapter Thirty-Three
  40. Chapter Thirty-Four
  41. Chapter Thirty-Five
  42. Chapter Thirty-Six
  43. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  44. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  45. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  46. BOOK THREE
  47. Chapter Forty
  48. Chapter Forty-One
  49. Chapter Forty-Two
  50. Chapter Forty-Three
  51. Chapter Forty-Four
  52. Epilogue

He was still only capable of one word, and that was whispered brokenly in the gloom.

‘Donna.’

If anything happened to her he would kill Lewis with his bare hands. Georgio stared around the cell like a caged animal. Lewis was a big man - the biggest, in fact - but he, Georgio Brunos, would outwit the bastard. If it was the last thing he did, he’d outwit him.

This was personal now.

It didn’t cross Georgio’s mind to inform the police about Lewis because he knew it would gain him nothing. He had no proof, only the word of a transvestite murderer.

But he swore he would get the better of Lewis. Somehow, someday, he would get the better of him. He sat up all night with pictures in his head of Donna and what could be happening to her even as he was slumped there.

He walked out of the cell the next day a changed man.

More than one person remarked on it.

Chapter Six

Chapter Six

Like Donald Lewis, Frankie White was a big man in personality, and in reputation. His first prison sentence had been when he was twenty-one; he had received ten years for attempted murder and aggravated assault. Frankie had beaten his wife’s boyfriend half to death and was in the process of doing the same thing to her when the police had interrupted him. One punch to his wife’s boyfriend had been so hard it had forced his ribs through his heart. Only the intervention of a skilled surgeon had saved the man, who now lived in a one-bedroomed council flat in Poplar, unable to climb stairs or couple with a woman, as the jealous husband had also stamped repeatedly on his groin. Frankie’s first wife had disappeared without a trace.

Frankie had gone to prison a hero, and left it seven years later a villain. Since then he had been involved in many nefarious dealings: had financed a night club, a building consortium, and betting shops. He was married now, aged forty-three, to a twenty-six-year-old woman who had produced three children in rapid succession. His children were his life, his reason for living. At an age when most of his contemporaries were looking forward to grandchildren, and were still financing their own children, Frankie White had only just realised the real depth of feeling that fatherhood gave him.

A known ‘face’, he could put up his hand to many illegal acts: armed robbery, GBH, and extortion to name but a few . . .