Ram Rashid sauntered along the path that ran through the South Hill Estate. As always, he walked in a manner that was intended to let everyone he encountered know he was both a cool person and someone who shouldn’t be messed with. In his mind he was the master of the estate. He ruled it as the head of his g**g, and it was important that everyone knew it when they saw him.
The casual confidence he worked so hard to project disappeared in an instant when he reached the old utility building. He could hardly miss the bright yellow police tape that now separated the building from its overgrown surroundings. Nor could he miss the warning notice, prominently displayed on the board covering the door, which announced that the building was a crime scene, and no-one should enter it without permissio
