Terry Baldwin was feeling masses of adrenlin but no nerves whatsoever as he waited for the horse-box to appear. He’d loved his daughter Sally, idolised his grandson Luke, and he could almost taste revenge on the end of his tongue. The O’Haras’ gaff was in a country lane with no street lighting, which meant every motor that came along this time of night usually had its full beam on. Seeing another beam of light heading his way, Terry picked the gun up. As the motor drove past, he put it back down again. Taking his lighter out of his pocket, Terry flicked it so he could check his watch. It was just gone ten, so surely the little bastard wouldn’t be that much longer.

God must have been looking down on Terry, as seconds later he saw another beam heading his way but, more importantly, this time he could hear the sound of a large diesel engine.

Feeling his heart pounding, Terry picked up the gun and stood up. He was clad in black leathers and had a black crash helmet on to match. He was so ready for this and he instantly decided to take a gamble and shoot Jed up close instead of from a distance. If he fucked up, Eddie Mitchell would kill him anway, so what did he have to lose?

Jed and Sammy were both taking the piss out of Alice as the horse-box approached the entrance of the driveway.

‘I’m gonna tell Mystic Meg to hang up her fucking crystal ball when I get in,’ Jed joked.

‘Well, I always believed in your old lady and her bad vibes, but she was definitely wrong this time. ’Ere, considering she thought we were both gonna die in a bad road accident, I hope she’s bothered to cook us some grub. Fucking starving, I am,’ Sammy replied.

Jed laughed. ‘The devil looks after his own, Sammy boy, and with all the conning and thieving me and you have done in our lifetime, we’re definitely immortal.’

Terry Baldwin felt like a starving tiger ready to pounce on its prey as he waited for the precise moment to make his move. The security lights had just come on as the horse-box had pulled onto the drive and Terry had known immediately that it was Jed and not Jimmy driving. Jimmy was thickset and the person driving was thin-faced with a baseball cap on his head. As the horse-box drove past him, Terry stepped out of the shadows. This was it. The moment he’d been waiting for had finally arrived.