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THE c**k AND BULL, LONDON, 1979I walked into the c**k and Bull at ten one Friday morning to find Billy in his usual spot. He sat hunched over his pint and as I sat down at the bar with an orange juice, I saw via the back bar mirror that he had a wary look about him. Instead of the usual brief repartee outside the toilets, he launched straight into his info.
‘Two of the g**g are in Southampton,’ he said, muttering beneath his breath, his eyes darting every which way. I leaned forward. He went on. ‘Not the Maloney boys.’
‘Who, then?’
‘Pete Stokes and Gary Trent. They staged the roadblock, then terrorised all those who arrived at the hold up and took all the car keys.’
‘The details?’
‘They’ll be in the Fox and Hound in Hythe at lunchtime today. You better leave now,’ he said with a g
