CHAPTER 10Big Ed Dewar cast a perfunctory eye over the headlines concerning the demise of his late boss. In anger and disgust he tossed the newspaper back onto Alex Chadwell’s meticulously polished desk in his office backstairs at the notorious Firefly Club. It was utterly impossible to conduct a meet anywhere else, and certainly not at Chadwell’s mansion. The Filth were swarming all over the place.
The bleedin’ little b***h! The f*****g little tramp had been lying through her teeth for years. Framed, she says. Even the Filth weren’t stupid enough to believe that one. But it was telling all these clever little porky’s that got her a four year release from Holloway.
“The f*****g little b***h is bleedin’ trash, mate.” Dewar realised he was speaking his thoughts aloud.
“Shut up, Eddie, you
