While seeking revenge,
dig two graves- one for yourself.
Douglas Horton.
Gordon was standing with his hands rammed in his jeans pockets staring out of his apartment window at the busy street below. It had been a month since he put up £100,000 for the name of his brother’s killer and had heard nothing from Edinburgh’s underworld which left him baffled. The amount of money he had offered was substantial when you consider that you could have someone shot for twenty grand and he had not foreseen this delay. He had expected some crazy theories from some of his customers just desperate for the money so they could buy more drugs, but he hadn’t even heard from them. Time was getting tight, the more successful he became the more likely it was that he would attract the attention of the police. He
