I’d been back in London for a couple of days when I received word that Noel Burdon wanted to see me.
The man who stood guarding the door was huge, not only tall, but wide. He didn’t need the Magnum he carried in a shoulder holster to be intimidating. When he saw me approaching, his lips parted, revealing a gold tooth that reflected the light. “Oi, Gino.”
“Oi, George.”
He squeezed my shoulder. “Rum go, mate.”
I bit my lip and looked away from his compassionate gaze. “Mr Burdon wants to see me.”
George nodded and opened the door, and I walked into the underworld kingpin’s office. “’Allo, Mr Burdon. I came as soon as I got word. Oh, er…Should I come back another time, sir?”
He was standing by his desk, a plump brunette dressed in sombre black in his arms. “Gino. Come, come.” The woman t
