CHAPTER SIX :
In a quiet road in London, not too far from Moorfields Eye hospital, Tony Bradbury was at the wheel of his smart, six-month old Mercedes “C” class. He was quite early for his meeting and drove at a leisurely pace. Twenty-eight year old Tony was a confident, successful criminal who had made most of his money from dealing in drugs. He would never deal with end-users, preferring to act, instead, as a “middle man”, or, as he preferred to think of himself, as a “Wholesaler”.
Over the past few years, he had enjoyed spending the fruits of his crimes on numerous luxuries, giving him the confidence of one who has “made it”. A smart, west-end apartment, expensive personal jewellery and a bank balance in excess of two million all helped to make Tony feel extremely confident and untouc
