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DEAD GANGSTERS
Wilder stood looking down at the dead gangster in the dirt and wondered what it meant. He had known this one. Knew he was high up in the pecking order of the Watney Street g**g. Realised this was the sort of murder that could only be executed by somebody with experience.
A professional, an ex-soldier perhaps, he mused.
Stop it! He halted that train of thought dead in its tracks. There were many capable of taking a life in his territory. But murder was a crime motivated by love or greed. Or committed on the spur of the moment and fuelled by drink. That was how things usually were. These gangster deaths were different.
He looked down again. Dead gangsters, he mused. Who needs ‘em!
He frowned. These were always the most difficult murders to solve. He also knew that ret
