Daniel Bailey saw his nephew watching him through the window of the office, saw the fear on his face. He was surprised at how calm he felt. Long gone were the days of him acting first and worrying about the consequences later. He was finally able to channel his anger and make it work for him as opposed to against him. Lena was the reason for that, he supposed. He missed her so much.

Petey Bailey knew immediately that he was finished; his uncle was coming for him and there was nothing he could do about it. Petey was gutted, even though he knew, on a very basic level, that this had been coming for a long time. He was just sorry that it had to be now when he was feeling so good about himself and his coming marriage. He had been so certain that he had covered his tracks. He wondered briefly if his father knew about this, if he had sanctioned it. Who was he kidding? He was probably the instigator of it. Peter had never suffered fools gladly, and his son was a fool – he saw that now. Hindsight was a wonderful thing.

Jamsie saw his father stop outside the Portakabin; he was waiting patiently for his nephew to come outside.

Petey Bailey smiled a crooked, sad little smile. ‘I assume he is here for me?’

Jamsie nodded.

‘I suppose there’s no way I can sort this all out, is there?’ Jamsie raised his eyebrows. ‘What the fuck do you think?’ Petey felt strangely calm. He was glad it was his uncle coming for him and not his father or brother – that would have been much worse. Jamsie opened the door and, as the cold air blew in, he said to his cousin, ‘Let’s get this over with, shall we?’ Petey couldn’t deny the fear inside him, but he was determined that if he achieved nothing else in this life he would have a good death. No one would be able to say he had been a coward and had tried to run.

He walked slowly outside. It was a dark night, and the stars were out; he wished he had bothered to notice things like that before. The scrapyard was bathed in moonlight, and he knew this was the last scene he would ever witness. It was cold, so very cold. Winter was on its way.

‘Get down here, you treacherous piece of shite.’

As he walked down the steps, he said quietly, ‘It was never anything personal, Uncle Daniel, it was just business. Auntie Lena was a fucking accident. No one could have foreseen that.’

Daniel Bailey stared at his nephew, noting his fear, but also his resignation.

Then Petey smiled suddenly, a wide beaming smile, and he said craftily, ‘But your little Tania, now that was deliberate. I took her cherry, and she fucking loved it. You know me, Uncle Daniel, I always liked to be the first.’