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

Harry stared at his uncle. His earlier upset had been replaced by pure anger and he was livid now he didn’t have his family on his tail. ‘We’re still gonna live with our dad and yous can’t stop us. We don’t even wanna see our mum, do we, Georgie? We like living where we are, and that ain’t gonna change, so why don’t you shitcunts just leave us alone?’

‘We hate you, you bastards!’ Georgie screamed.

‘Drive, Dom,’ Joey ordered. He locked eyes with his boyfriend through the interior mirror and both knew exactly what the other was thinking. Poor bloody Frankie.

Chapter Forty

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE

As predicted by Raymond, Jimmy’s Shogun was parked on the pavement at Ardleigh Green traffic lights.

‘Do a left here and head to Dagenham, Raymondo,’ Eddie said.

‘I’m sure the soppy cunts think we don’t know we’re being followed. Why else would they hang two or three cars back all the time?’ Ray replied.

‘Any sign of the other motor?’ Eddie asked. He was worried it had headed towards Frankie’s house.

‘Ain’t seen it yet, mate. Probably stopped for petrol, unless the bastard broke down,’ Raymond replied.

Glad to be rid of the kids so they could now talk openly, Gary leaned his head over the front seat. ‘So, what’s the plan now? I take it the shooters are in the usual place?’

Eddie nodded. A couple of years back he’d had a new toilet built inside the scrapyard and it had been especially designed by a pal of his, with a false floor underneath. Ed had very few dealings with the salvage yard these days, so apart from the one handgun he kept at home to protect his family, anything else untoward was hidden there. Ed still had contacts inside the police force and if he ever got tipped off that the Old Bill were on his case, it wouldn’t take him long to clear the yard of anything that could be incriminating.

‘That’s the only hitch we have. If the O’Haras are armed it’s gonna take us a few minutes or so to get the guns out,’ he replied.

‘How about if me and Gal are dropped off, you and Ray continue in the van, then come back five minutes later?’ Ricky suggested.