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The Lobster Song – The Naughty Boys of Finchley (The Coastels)
I took charge then. I called Robber from my mobile. He was at Brixton nick. Less than five minutes away. I gave him the bare bones of the story. I told him this was unofficial. He wasn’t impressed. I told him he’d have my undying gratitude. Ditto. I told him he’d be helping a soldier who’d suffered for his country. Ditto again. Then I mentioned that John Coffey would be grateful, and he changed his tune. ‘Really?’ he said. ‘Are those blokes there now?’
‘Tom,’ I said, ‘show us the bit of the car park where these kids hang out.’
He pulled up the image. Three hoodies, smoking spliffs by the looks of it. Cool as a trio of cucumbers. That was soon to change.
‘They’re there now,’ I said.
‘I’m on my way,’ and he hung up.
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