Chapter 28Back to 'Billy Ruffian
Randolph Newman stood head and shoulders above Detective Constable 'Tony' Curtis. At six foot four inches, he was a good six inches taller than Curtis, and his black, tightly curled hair, dark good looks that betrayed his Caribbean heritage and powerful physique had the effect of intimidating the young D.C. before they'd exchanged a word. Newman hadn't exactly looked pleased when Curtis kept up an incessant knocking on the front doors of The Belerophon at nine thirty in the morning. As landlord of the pub, he'd fallen into bed some time after one a.m. after closing the pub, making sure all was secure, and balancing the day's takings before locking them in the safe. He'd been in the cellar, changing a barrel of lager when the knocking began and made sure he
