Chapter Seventeen
Augustus Stiffkey.
Hearing the name said out loud and seeing his face filling the screen of the Clark’s high-definition television really made it hit home for Desmond. The geezer had a wife, kids, grandkids—people who loved him and would miss him. And two brothers from Bow had taken it all away for the sake of a few quid. Okay, so maybe it was a lot more than a few quid—a few grand if anyone was counting, but still….
Hell, maybe he was developing a conscience in his old age. Or maybe he was tired. Whatever the case, the buzz just wasn’t there anymore. It hadn’t been there for a long time. He felt sick and empty.
So when Stiffkey’s missus came on the telly all weepy and begging for someone to please come forward to help with the inquiry into his murder, Desmond nearly
