Lenny looked squarely into Daniel’s eyes as he leaned over him and Daniel saw the hatred there. In his heart Daniel knew he was out of order. This man was more than worth his time and effort, and deserved his goodwill. This was a man who was respected throughout their world. But knowing that just made Daniel dislike Lenny even more. He was like all the old Faces, thinking they were fucking better than everyone else, just because they had done a stretch, or worked with the old fucking has-beens.

That cut no fucking ice with him. It might with his brother; Peter was in awe of these old boys, listened to their stories of days gone by, laughed in all the right places, talked to them as if they were fucking oracles or suchlike. Peter treated them with kid gloves, as if they were important, as if they were celebrities or something. Well, Peter was soft, and Daniel was done with listening to him.

Taking his leg back, he kicked the man with every ounce of strength that he had left. He saw Lenny’s body rise up off the cement floor, and knew that it had to hurt.

Daniel also knew that Peter was going to hit the fucking roof when he found out about this latest debacle.

Chapter Twenty-One

Theresa Bailey looked down at her little granddaughter and secretly marvelled at the child’s likeness to her. Theresa was the image of her own mother, and little Tania was the living image of her. It was amazing really how seeing yourself in your children or your grandchildren made you aware of your own roots, brought to mind people, and events, that you had not thought about for years. Tania had done that to her. She felt the rejection of her family all over again, as if it was new, had just happened. She saw her sister’s face clearly, the shock and disgust when she saw that Peter was black. Theresa smiled sadly to herself as she remembered.

‘You know, Lena, this little girl is my mother’s double. It’s uncanny. But I suppose that’s the circle of life. Anyway, this little one is the last we’ll see from either of those boys of mine. Imelda will produce now. She’s sensible that one, she’ll have them in her own time. Sure, girls are lucky as shite these days; they can control everything if they use their noggins.’