Chapter Eight
There were adventures and then there were risky ventures. I was all for the adventure. I loved a thrill. I would have happily ridden every ride in the Pleasure Beach amusement park if we hadn’t left town so quick. Running from a mobster no matter how inept proved a constant strain. To have to keep looking over your shoulder never quite sure who’s talking to who, I could have done without. I was hoping that ‘the man’ could pacify the situation. After all it was only arrogant revenge, a case of I can do what I like. It needed to end.
Ensconced in our hotel room with a view over Piccadilly Manchester, I asked Ray more about the man. “What’s the geezers’s name?”
“What you wanna know for?”
“Just want to know he actually exists.”
“He exists all right.”
“So?” I pressed exasper
