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small hallway as he took off his overcoat, ‘That smells fucking handsome, Shaz. I could eat a scabby horse between two mattresses.’
    She smiled. He said the same thing nearly every night, even when her food had been an absolute disaster, but she loved him for it.
    He washed his hands in the bathroom and then made his way into the kitchen. The house was spotless, and the table was laid like a restaurant: napkins, the works. She was funny like that, his Sharon – she even refused to have red sauce in the house. She said it was common. He had to go along with it. The house was her domain.
    The pie and mash, peas and gravy looked delicious. She was getting to be a really good cook. Even his mum was impressed, and that wasn’t an easy thing to accomplish. As his dad was often heard to say, she would have found fault at the Last Supper.
    They chatted amiably and ate together in complete harmony. Sharon wasn’t a girl who forced opinions on you; she was quiet, willing to listen to her husband’s chatter. But Lenny knew there was steeliness inside her. If she thought she was in the right she would not back down. It was one of the things he loved about her.
    ‘Here, Len, Isaac is thinking of selling the betting office. He’s had enough, I think. He is getting on, bless him.’
    Lenny stopped chewing at her words. ‘How much does he want for it?’
    Sharon shrugged. ‘I dunno. Why?’
    Lenny grinned. ‘Just wondered, that’s all. It’s a nice little earner.’
    Sharon opened her blue eyes wide as she said, ‘It’s that, all right. I should know, I do the takings.’ She carried on eating, her lovely face intent on her food.
    ‘Listen, Shaz. I have a bit of business tonight. I will be out late. But it will bring in a good few quid.’
    Sharon nodded. ‘Okey-doke.’
    He smiled. He loved that she never questioned him. She accepted everything he said at face value. Most girls would have wanted the ins and outs of the cat’s arse. Where you going? Who with? How long will you be out?
    ‘I will be back as soon as possible, babe, you know that.’
    She smiled again and nodded happily. ‘I know that, Len. I’m going to have a long bubble bath and an early night. I feel tired today.’
    He was immediately concerned. ‘You all right, babe? I can stay here, darling.’
    She rolled her eyes in irritation. ‘I’m pregnant, not suffering from fucking terminal cancer. I’m just tired, mate. Plus I want to watch Dempsey and Makepeace without you making remarks all the time.’
    He laughed at her, she was such a strong character. ‘OK. If you’re sure, mate.’
    She cut him another huge piece of steak and kidney pie as she said, ‘I will be fine. Just you be careful, OK?’
    He nodded. She knew he wasn’t going out to wish anyone well. She was aware he was up to some kind of skulduggery, and she was a woman who understood that the less she knew about his nefarious businesses the better. She was a real fucking diamond was his Sharon, and he couldn’t believe his luck.

Chapter Fourteen

    Billy Mason was a man who always had to have just that little bit more . No matter how good the earn, he always felt it should be greater. Greed was a prerequisite for a criminal lifestyle, but that depended who you were nicking from. Banks, building societies, big houses or Post Offices were seen as fair game. Council flats were seen as off limits, unless you were a junkie piece of shit. No one with half a brain nicked off their own. Billy Mason should have known that better than anyone – he had been in the Life long enough.
    But Billy lived by his own rules; he prided himself on that fact. He also had a belief in his own God-given right to take any earn that he saw fit. He was confident that the men he worked alongside were too frightened of him and his reputation to even consider giving him the hard word. He was happy with his life, and he was coining it in.
    Billy Mason’s big mistake was that he was a creature of habit. A large man