Shane was mortified to see me. I, on the other hand, was glad to see him. He tried to get up, but numerous tubes attached to him stopped him from doing so. We were in a big white hospital room, and it was pitiful to see this bag man in a sorry state.

"Shane! My boy! How the fuck are you?" I said smiling.

"What do you want?" He said, slowly.

"Oh don't be so glum. I need to ask you a few questions. So, answer quickly and properly, yeah?"

"Fuck you." He said.

"Alright, so it's a deal then!" I closed the door and took a stool and sat next to him.

"So, where did you get the coke from?"

"I ain't tell you nothing." I slapped him hard.

"Let's try this again shall we?" I said.

"I have a Jamaican dude who meets me up every Friday. I don't know where he gets it from." He said slowly.

"What's his name?"

"Brody James."

"Good! Really good. Now, where do you meet him?"

"In an alleyway in Soho."

"And does he know what happened to you?"

He shook his head.

"Okay! Thank you Shane, really appreciate it."

"I will get you, fuckboy. One day, I will."

I looked at him and smiled.

"First find out my fucking name, Sherlock." I said with a disgusted look.

I went over and pulled out his life support. He looked at me in shock, struggling to breath.

"Goodbye Shane. You fucking annoyed me."

I exited the room and closed the door.

" I know Brody. He is part of the Richardson' gang. His nephew none the less. You know Richardson?" Redding said, pouring himself a glass of brandy.

I shook my head.

"Yeah, well, he is a dangerous fucker. He isn't my enemy nor my friend. Right now, they on war with other gangs. I don't know the reason, but it's shaking up London like shit."

There was some silence in the room. I knew what he wanted.

"You want me to go get a deal for you in?"

He nodded.

"The Richardson's are loaded in the dope, but none of them have any business sense. We could do a lot good with their load."

"Say no more." I turned to leave.

"Take Robin with you. The Richardson's are known to take things to their heart."

He took the telephone on his desk and dialled a number on it. He talked for a few minutes and kept the call.

"The arrangements have been made. If you get in trouble, you can find guns placed in discreet, but common places, such as dumpsters and all the shit. Search for it, and you will find it."

I nodded curtly and turned to leave.

"Oh, and Eddy."

I turned to look at him.

"What did you do with Shane?"

"He was of no use to us anymore. He is gone."

I left the room, and could hear the sound of faint chuckling, which turned to loud laughter.