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too, but the career I chose would see to it I helped them all, the good and the bad.
    So while I did the law, Tommy did the war.

Chapter Six
    YORK, ENGLAND - PRESENT DAY

    L. Blakeman & Sons was the tailors to go to should you want the finest suit money could buy. ‘Tailors since 1972’ read the sign on the shop window. Ricky Trigg really looked the part as he smiled to himself in a full length mirror and inspected himself carefully in his new £500 black pinstripe suit.
    Nodding at the tailor in acknowledgement for the fine work, Trigg wanted Mr. Blakeman’s expert opinion.
    ‘ What do you think, boss? Sleeves look ok? What about the tie? Gotta look the shit for my meeting today. Would you go with the cufflinks or not?
    Standing back so he could get a good view, Mr. Blakeman smiled and told Trigg what he wanted to hear. ‘If you go with the grey and black cufflinks, sir, that would be my recommendation. Also I think the sleeves are splendid. You have to show a tiny bit of cuff so in a slight blink you catch the cufflinks. Plus the cufflinks compliment the tie.’
    ‘ Yeah, yeah, I like it.’ Trigg smiled and nodded. ‘I’m walking out in this shit. Well it ain’t shit, but you get me, don’t you?’
    Trigg looked at himself smiling vainly again, he was so happy. ’Yep, I’m one handsome motherfucker. What’s the damage boss?’
    Walking out of the shop wearing his new suit, Trigg walked into the busy high street. He grabbed a cigarette and lit it. He inhaled slowly and exhaled even slower. After buying a morning newspaper from the paper stand seller, Trigg walked towards his car which was parked in sight at the side of the road. Enjoying the morning sun, Trigg’s karma started taking a nosedive as his phone rang. Looking at the caller id, Trigg saw it was one of his guys calling. ‘Fucking hell’ he thought to himself.
    ’ Yeah? Make it quick, Mario. Got a massage at 10.30 and my steroids are kicking in, so I’m as horny as a motherfucker. Need to bust a nut before this meeting ‘cos I’m tense. So this better be good.’
    ‘ Trigg, I have some news. Trigg, I ...’
    ’ News? Is that all? I can get that from my paper! Look Mario I ain’t concerned if someone’s missed a payment and I ain’t concerned if someone needs a scaring - what am I paying you for? Did you not hear me before? I’m fucking busy, you greaseball Italian fuck, el busy, or however you say it in Italian, el busyito! Ha!’
    ‘ You sat down?’
    ’ I fucking swear to God I’m gonna grot you with a whore’s g-string if you don’t spit it out. What, Fuckhead? Your fucking with my fucking being, my chi, that’s why I told my therapist I can’t relax ‘cos fucking boneheads like you keep irritating me…’
    ’ Trigg he’s...’
    ’ What?’
    ’ Trigg he’s alive.’
    After a moment of cold silence, Trigg crunched the cigarette he was smoking in his own hand, not reacting from the pain of its burning him. Pacing backwards and forwards near his car, he was shocked, amazed and downright pissed off.
    ‘ You there? You still there Trigg?’
    Breathing slower and straining not to flip his lid, Trigg tried to focus. ‘Yes I’m still here, Mario. Look, I’m sorry, but you know how I get, right? Talk about shooting the messenger. Oh fuck, fuck, fucking fraggle fucker my fucking morning is ruined. Right, look, I have my meeting, remember? The meeting, and nothing can unscrew me at the mo. I can’t have me fucking thinking head being fucked with ‘cos this shit today’s fucking important shit. Now get the guy’s together and I’ll be over later. In the meantime find me out some truths, not ‘he saids, she saids’ Mario, but truths. We need to have facts on this.’
    ‘ Will do, Trigg.’
    Standing for a moment as he ended the call, Trigg looked into the sky. It was a beautiful day.
    ‘ Ok, motherfucker, round two,’ he said out loud as he started the ignition and zoomed off down the road.

Chapter Seven
    4 MONTHS AGO -