Chapter Nine
Vinnie was well chuffed about the Fens job and felt like doing a bit of celebrating down the pub. Maybe after some pints he’d pull a couple of birds and have it off with them at the same time. He’d always wanted to do that and reckoned he could manage it fine without missing a beat. A few drinks and these birds were up for anything—and he had plenty of dosh in his pocket to pay for a few drinks and even some blow, should they fancy it. Seemed that Wickett geezer had taken in a nice bit of dosh the day the brothers had offed him. Vinnie saw it as a Christmas bonus, even though it was summer and even though he’d never had the sort of jobs that paid their workers such things as Christmas bonuses. Not that he’d ever been employed in any sort of job—at least not the ones that came
