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dressed to impress, sometimes in modern designer gear and other times in traditional Pakistani silks. “Don’t worry about me, I’ll behave.”
    “It’ll be dark soon, Mamood,” his father said seriously. Ash wanted his son to have as much freedom and fun as he could, as long as he kept safe. He knew the dangers of being that age from firsthand experience. The world was a dangerous place, especially so for the young and vulnerable. Ashwan Pindar dealt with death and danger everyday of his life, but he kept it separated from his family.
    “Oh, Ash, stop fussing,” his wife laughed. Her teeth were straight and white, and her smile made little creases form around her beautiful brown eyes. Her father’s lifelong friend and business partner had introduced her to her husband. The first time she had seen him she had fallen for his dark good looks, and they had been married six months later. Ten months after that Mamood had been born. She had realised over the years that her husband was no angel, but he treated her like a princess and doted on their son, Mamood. He was secretive about his business dealings, but they lived well, and as the years went by, it became less important to her.
    “See you later, much later if I get lucky,” Mamood joked as he headed through the front door.
    “Like father, like son,” his mother tutted. Lana Pindar had been sexually inexperienced when she had met her husband, but he had overcome her embarrassment and shyness, teaching her and coaxing her. She had soon become comfortable, even confident of her prowess in the bedroom, but the thought of her son engaging in sex made the hair on her neck stand on end. It seemed like yesterday she had been cradling him in her arms, fixed to her bosom. Now he was a handsome young man, off on a date. “Where have all the years gone?” She shook her head, happy and sad at the same time.
    Ash watched through the window as his son walked away. He was a good boy, never involved with gangs at school, unlike Ash. Ash had been involved in gangs all his life in one way or another. A tight-knit group of school friends, bonded by their ethnicity, had grown up into a powerful crime family. It had been a dangerous but lucrative career, and not one he wanted his son to emulate. A chill went down his spine and the hair stood up on the back of his neck. He couldn’t explain it, but he had a strange feeling that something bad was going to happen.

Chapter Six
Sefton Park – School Days
    When Byron ventured out at night, he stayed on the paths that skirted the perimeter of the park. He walked his dog, Lulu, three times a day, wind or shine, without fail, but he never entered the park after dark. The park was a hive of leisure activity during daylight hours, but at night, it took on a darker persona. Drug dealers, prostitutes and perverts trawled it after sundown. Onceone of the most affluent areas of the city, the suburb around the park was spiralling into a mire of poverty and deprivation. The dregs of society had been drawn into the area when the tall Victorian terraces had been bought up by property developers and turned into bedsits.
    Byron, saddened by the decline, was trapped in his one bedroom flat by negative equity. His only companion was Lulu, a French poodle, named after the television star and pop diva. He had never been married, never been in a steady relationship with a woman, but he didn’t think that he was gay, either. Byron enjoyed his own company and didn’t really have any sexual urges. His life was simple but happy. He had inherited the proceeds from the sale of his mother’s house when she had died. She had spent the last few years of her life in a nursing home, wasting away while senility took her brain and her memories from her. Byron had spent the money on his humble apartment, where he enjoyed the simple things in life.
    At least it had been simple, until last week. It wasn’t simple anymore. Byron had stumbled across a group of Asian