Fingers in the till?
Crime barons tend to value loyalty highly. Creaming ten per cent from the top won’t be well-received if he’s caught…
When he’s caught…
I smile to myself…
He sniffs, apparently clearing his nose, clips the case closed, then swaggers back towards the main street.
I snap my attention back to the theatre poster, then as he emerges, give him a fifty-yard start. With a final puff from the cigarette, I toss the foul thing into the gutter and follow.
We don't go far, this time just to the end of the block where a wide doorway gapes open under roller shutters. Inside, a car, an expensive model, is jacked up and from underneath, a pair of blue overalled legs stick out. A hand gropes in the oily concrete, grabs a spanner and disappears underneath again.
I keep my distance.
