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in his arse;
he was far too clued up to go down that road.
    Years ago, Terry could easily have taken over Archie's
contacts and run the show himself, but he'd chosen not
to. He'd rather pay the old boy a percentage, which is
what he'd done for the last fifteen years. Archie took sixty
per cent of the profits and Terry took forty. What's
ten per cent if it keeps your name out of the equation?
    Not once had Terry ever been hauled in by the Old Bill.
He was sure the filth was aware of him as he had his finger
stuck in many pies, but he was a background man and that's
the way he liked it. He made sure that he kept well away
from the dodgy motors, the thieves and the yards. He had
a lackey boy to do all his shit jobs for him and this was
probably the reason why he'd kept his nose clean for so
many years. In Terry's world you had to trust your instincts,
and at this present moment he had a real bad feeling about
Archie's quivering wreck of a nephew. If Paul got his collar
felt, he'd sing like a songbird, his type always did.
    Terry decided to get Dave or one of the other lads to
pay Archie a visit in the Scrubs. Someone had to inform
the poor old sod that his nephew had turned out to be a
wrong'un. Terry wouldn't go personally; the less he was
linked with Archie the better.
    Noticing his pal had something on his mind, Davey
Boy aimed a playful punch at him. 'What's up, Tel? You
don't seem yourself tonight, mate, you're knocking 'em
back like they're going out of style. What's the matter?'
    'I'm all right, mate. I'm just stressed. That cunt Cox
has put me in a bad mood. If he weren't Archie's nephew,
I swear I'd fucking kill him. You know what I'm like,
Dave, I hate being had over.'
    'Don't worry about him, Tel, the geezer's a cock.'
    Terry gulped at his drink. He felt weighed down with
worry.
    'That's what worries me. Now Cox has been working
with us, he probably knows too much. Archie's a fucking
nuisance bringing him into the fold.'
    Dave shrugged. Terry rarely went on a downer, but
when he did, he was hard to snap out of it. Dave decided
to change the subject. 'We've got old Albie's wedding
next week, ain't we?'
    Terry sighed. He was dreading the occasion.
'Wonderful, I'm taking Chelle with me. All her gym
cronies are going. There's bound to be some fucking
fiasco, you mark my words.'
    Taking a sip of his Budweiser, Dave smiled at his pal.
The poor bastard looked like he had the weight of the
world on his shoulders. 'I'll get my Lisa to sit with Chelle
and keep an eye on her. She'll be fine, you'll see.'
    Terry wished he could share his friend's optimism.
Michelle behave? That was a joke. It was odds-on that
the fat cow would show him up in some way, shape or
form. He hated weddings, he really did. Every time he
attended one it reminded him of the biggest mistake that
he'd ever made. Still, he wouldn't have to suffer it much
longer. This time next year, he and the wildebeest would
be separated and awaiting their divorce.
    Unknown to Michelle, Terry had been preparing for
the occasion by offloading many of his assets. Chelle
knew nothing about what he owned and what he didn't.
All she knew was that he had two houses, which he rented
out to students, the car lot and their own house.
    What Chelle didn't know was that, over the years, he'd
purchased four other properties, which he'd rented out.
Most of the tenants had been Albanian or Bosnian and
the DSS had eagerly paid whatever rent Terry had
demanded.
    When Archie got arrested, Terry wondered if it was
wise to have so many properties in his name, just in case
someone came sniffing around. It was that thought, and
the fact that he didn't want Chelle to get her grubby paws
on them, that had made him decide to get rid of them.
He'd sold all four of them on the cheap in cash-only deals
to fellow business associates of his with the tenants still
intact.
    Davey Mullins was looking after half of his cash for
him. The other half Terry had hidden in the safe at the
car lot. He'd told no