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information.  Alex had gone home to change and was heading straight into the office to start his enquiries.  Jack left the funeral arrangements to Sarah’s parents on their request, something that Jack didn’t mind in the slightest, he just wanted to get even with Sperafico and especially the person who had revealed his identity and personal life to him.
     
    The sun was setting early as it was now approaching autumn.  The grass at the Victoria Embankment Gardens was a beautiful dark green.  The numerous thick, wooden benches were empty, except one.  On it, sat a man in a grey overcoat.  He wore a pair of small, rounded sunglasses protecting his eyes from the bright, but disappearing sun.  The man was Douglas Grimlock.  As he sat in his tranquil surroundings, he pulled out a packet of cigarettes from his coat, took one out and lit it with his silver Zippo lighter, clicked it shut and placed it back in his left trouser pocket.  He exhaled, whirling smoke from his flared nostrils, glancing at his gold citizen watch.  It was approaching five o’clock and Grimlock sat motionless, his eyes glancing in all directions as if waiting for someone.  Grimlock took the last short drag of his cigarette and flicked into the path in front of him.  As he stared at the floor beneath him, a large brown shoe stepped on the still smouldering embers of the cigarette, extinguishing it with a swift turn of its black sole.  Grimlock followed the large, blue trouser leg upwards, eventually staring into the eyes of a large, tanned man.
    ‘Thiago, here, doesn’t like smokers. I’m not in the same opinion, as you can imagine. Tobacco is a big business and I wouldn’t be as wealthy as I am if it wasn’t for smokers,’ said Sperafico, laughing moderately.  Grimlock’s face became pale as Sperafico took a seat next to him, his entourage standing close nearby, eyes both on Grimlock and the surrounding area.   Grimlock spoke.
    ‘You said you were going to get rid of Harvey, not his wife.’
    ‘Douglas, my friend, may I call you a friend, we have known each other for such a long time now,’ Grimlock just nodded, genuinely scared of the man sitting next to him.
    ‘It was my boy’s idea, they felt, after following him for the weekend, that this was a much better punishment, and I just had to agree with them.’
    ‘But what if he finds out it was me?’ replied Grimlock, his raised voice quieting as he spoke on. ‘This leaves me with a huge problem.’  Sperafico shrugged his shoulders and stood up from the bench.
    ‘I’m sure he suspects someone, but if you’ve been clean and careful like I told you, you won’t have a problem.’  He straightened his long black coat and did up its top button.
    ‘What about the thirty thousand for the information?’ Grimlock asked, looking up at Sperafico from the bench, resembling a scared child confronting a violent parent.
    ‘Yes, I’ve been thinking about that and decided that it was sufficient repayment for letting a bullet get that close to me, oh, and for the lives of two of my loyal employees.’  Sperafico turned, signalling to the two huge men that they were leaving.
    ‘He’ll be after you now. You know that. He won’t stop until you’re dead,’ Grimlock said.  Sperafico stopped and turned.
    ‘I’m sure you’ll stay in touch and keep me up to speed with his comings and goings, and I hope everything is arranged for tomorrow night, I don’t want any delays.’ And with that the three men wandered off down the lamp lit paths of the park. Grimlock rose from the bench, staring at their disappearing image, his hand grasped on the gun inside his coat. As they vanished out of sight, he released his grip and walked off in the opposite direction.
     
    It was the following evening.  Sperafico stood with two-dozen men, leaning against a stack of shipping containers, overlooking Tilbury dock, near the mouth of the river Thames.  The night air was cold and damp and it was fast