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Who Killed The Nettles

Nik Charlton
Acting on a bit of inside information, two London crooks break into a safe and make off with the contents. The mood in both their homes is buoyant as the amount they have got away with is extremely substantial. However, when the newspapers announce that on the night of the robbery Mr Nettles the owner, was viciously gunned down, not only do they now have their wives on their case and the police after them for murder, but there is also another gang who have discovered who opened the safe and will stop at nothing to get the contents back. But why?

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“WILL YOU SHUT THAT bloody door?” Sean was seriously angry, “This interior light is going on and off like I’m sending Morse code to someone.”

“Alright, keep your wig on.” Said Barry showing no outward signs of being concerned that their nocturnal activities would be spotted by someone. “If I’ve told you once, I’ve told you a thousand times, there is no fucker about!”

“And that is supposed to make me feel better is it?”

“How many more times have I got to tell you? This is going to be a doddle. Far easier in fact than some of the jobs you’ve planned of late.”

“And that’s my point. I’m the cracker; I’m the one that selects the safes that I know I can do. Your job is to plan things from then on.”

“And I told you this one dropped into my lap by sheer luck and there was no way I was going to start looking a gift nag like that in the gob. There’s a lot of dough in that safe up there by all accounts. Enough in fact for us both to retire before our luck runs out. This, as they say, is the big one.”

Sean decided it was stupid to carry the argument on at this time but made a mental note to deal with it later, if there was a need later. “Two things I have to say to you,” he said, unable to leave things till later after all. “Firstly, I hope you’re right about the amount of money that is supposed to be up there and secondly, how many palms did you have to grease for this to ‘drop’ into your lap?”

Barry moved back to the boot and picked out his bag of tools. “Some,” he said heaving the heavy bag over his shoulder and walking with it across to the high wire fence that enclosed the industrial estate, where cutting a way in was to be his first task. “A monkey will cover it. Which is no more than you’ve handed out in the past.”

Sean watched Barry stroll away from the car with the same outward casualness as he would have if he was wandering down the Kings Road. He stepped a little closer to the open boot and closed the lid with a gentle ‘click’. “I sincerely hope all this front you’re putting on isn’t just bravado.”

For the next few moments Sean listened as his partner snipping away at the chicken wire, but after what he considered to be a rather long time, he moved closer. “How big do you intend to make this hole?” he said after a moment, “It’s only got to be big enough for us you know, unless of course you’ve got a Centurion tank in you back pocket?”

 

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