‘Not me, can’t drink that kind of piss,’ Harvey said. ‘Scotch and water. A big one.’
Maurice, who had been hovering, spoke to a waiter, then whispered in Flood’s ear, ‘Your scrambled eggs, Mr Flood.’
‘I’ll have them now,’ Flood told him.
Maurice turned away and a moment later, a waiter appeared with a silver salver. He removed the dome and put the plate in front of Flood who got to work straight away.
Harvey said, ‘I’ve never seen you eat a decent meal yet, Harry. What’s wrong with you?’
‘Nothing really,’ Flood told him. ‘Food doesn’t mean much to me, Jack. When I was a kid in Viet Nam, the Viet Cong had me prisoner for a while. I learnt you could get by on very little. Later on I was shot in the gut. Lost eighteen inches of my intestines.’
‘You’ll have to show me your scar sometime,’ Myra said.
‘There’s always a silver lining. If I hadn’t been shot, the Marine Corps wouldn’t have posted me to that nice soft job as a guard at the London Embassy.’
‘And you wouldn’t have met Jean,’ Harvey said. ‘I remember the year you married her, Harry, the year her old Dad died. Sam Dark.’ He shook his head. ‘He was like an uncrowned king in the East End after the Krays got put inside. And Jean.’ He shook his head again. ‘What a goer. The boys were queuing for her. There was even a Guards officer, a lord.’ He turned to Myra. ‘Straight up.’
‘And instead she married me,’ Flood said.
‘Could have done worse, Harry. I mean, you helped her keep things going a treat, especially after her Mum died, we all know that.’
Flood pushed his plate away and wiped his mouth with a napkin. ‘Compliments night is it, Jack? Now what have you really come for?’
‘You know what I want, Harry, I want in. The casinos, four of them now and how many clubs, Myra?’
‘Six,’ she said.
‘And all this development on the river,’ Harvey went on. ‘You’ve got to share the cake.’
‘There’s only one trouble with that, Jack,’ Flood told him. ‘I’m a legitimate businessman, have been for a long time, whereas you …’ He shook his head. ‘Once a crook, always a crook.’
‘You Yank bastard,’ Harvey said. ‘You can’t talk to me like that.’
‘I just did, Jack.’
‘We’re in, Harry, whether you like it or not.’
‘Try me,’ Flood said.
Salter had drifted across the room and leaned against the wall beside Mordecai. The big man whispered to him and Salter moved away.
Myra said, ‘He means it, Harry, so be reasonable. All we’re asking for is a piece of the action.’
‘You come in with me you’re into computers, building development, clubs and gambling,’ Flood told her. ‘Which means I’m in with you into pimps, whores, drugs and protection. I shower three times a day, sweetness, and it still wouldn’t make me feel clean.’
‘You Yank bastard!’ She raised her hand and he grabbed her wrist.
Harvey stood up. ‘Let it go, Myra, let it go. Come on. I’ll be seeing you, Harry.’
‘I hope not,’ Flood told him.
They went out and Mordecai leaned down. ‘He’s a disgusting piece of slime. Always turned my stomach, him and his boyfriends.’
‘Takes all sorts,’ Flood said. ‘Don’t let your prejudices show, Mordecai, and get me a cup of coffee.’
‘The swine,’ Jack Harvey said as he and Myra walked along the pavement towards the car park. ‘I’ll see him in hell, talking to me that way.’
‘I told you we were wasting our time,’ she said.
‘Right.’ He eased his gloves over his big hands. ‘Have to show him we mean business then, won’t we?’
A dark van was parked at the end of the street. As they approached, the sidelights were turned on. The young man who leaned out from behind the wheel was about twenty-five, hard and dangerous-looking in a black leather bomber jacket and flat cap.
‘Mr Harvey,’ he said.
‘Good boy, Billy, right on time.’ Harvey turned to his niece. ‘I don’t think you’ve met Billy Watson, Myra.’
‘No, I don’t think I have,’ she said, looking him over.
‘How many have you got in the back?’ Harvey demanded.
‘Four, Mr Harvey. I heard this Mordecai Fletcher was a bit of an animal.’ He picked up a baseball bat. ‘This should cool him.’
‘No shooters, like I told you?’
‘Yes, Mr Harvey.’
‘Flesh on flesh, that’s all it needs and maybe a couple of broken legs. Get on with it. He’ll have to come out sooner or later.’
Harvey and Myra continued along the pavement. ‘Five?’ she said. ‘You think that’s enough?’
‘Enough?’ he laughed harshly. ‘Who does he think he is, Sam Dark? Now he was a man, but this bloody Yank … They’ll cripple him. Put him on sticks for six months. They’re hard boys, Myra.’
‘Really?’ she said.
‘Now come on and let’s get out of this bleeding cold,’ and he turned into the car park.
It was an hour later that Harry Flood got ready to leave. As the cloakroom girl helped him on with his coat, he said to Mordecai, ‘Where’s Charlie?’
‘Oh, I gave him the nod a couple of minutes ago. He went ahead to get the car warmed up. I mean it’s spawn of the north time out there, Harry, we’ll have the bleeding Thames freezing over next.’
Flood laughed and they went down the steps and started along the pavement. When it happened, it was very quick, the rear doors of the van parked on the other side of the road swinging open, the men inside rushing out and crossing the road on the run. They all carried baseball bats. The first to reach them swung hard, Mordecai ducked inside, blocked the blow and pitched him over his hip down the steps of the basement area behind.
The other four paused and circled, bats ready. ‘That won’t do you any good,’ Billy Watson said. ‘It’s leg-breaking time.’
There was a shot behind them, loud in the frosty air and then another. As they turned Charlie Salter moved out of the darkness reloading a sawn-off shotgun. ‘Now drop ’em,’ he said. ‘Unless you want to be jam all over the pavement.’
They did as they were told and stood there waiting for what was to come. Mordecai moved close and looked them over then he grabbed the nearest one by the hair. ‘Who are you working for, sonny?’
‘I don’t know, mister.’
Mordecai turned him and ran him up against the railings, holding his face just above the spikes. ‘I said who are you working for?’
The youth cracked instantly, ‘Jack Harvey. It was just a wages job. It was Billy who pulled us in.’
Billy said, ‘You bastard. I’ll get you for that.’
Mordecai glanced at Flood who nodded. The big man said to Billy, ‘You stay. The rest of you, piss off.’
They turned and ran for it. Billy Watson stood looking at them, his face wild. Salter said, ‘He needs a good slapping this one.’
Billy suddenly picked up one of the baseball bats and raised it defensively.