CHAPTER EIGHT
It was around two in the morning when the Mercedes E220 estate pulled up outside the workshop just off Jamaica Road, Bermondsey. The sign outside stating SAMMY’S AUTOS AND REPAIRS, wasn’t lit up. However, four of them inside were waiting.
All ears had pricked up at the sound of an engine. Someone turned the lights out. The headlights flashed twice; the signal to open the garage doors. Then the sleek silver body purred its way over the concrete dug out pit and stopped short of two mechanics with torches. A brief last look to check it hadn’t been followed and then the steel doors closed around it.
As the lights went on, they got to work. Sammy Abdullah, a slim tall Egyptian with a pointed nose and dark greasy hair, took out a bundle of notes and paid the driver. He immediate
