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‘What the fuck is that supposed to mean?’ Teddy Davies’ face twisted in rage as he stared at the small-time Soho dealer on the dusty floor of the walk-up.

‘I’m here to collect my money.’

‘I … I haven’t got it.’

Teddy squatted down to where the man was sitting. ‘My money. My drugs. I want them now.’

‘I can’t … he said I wasn’t to give you any more.’

Teddy craned his ear towards the man. ‘What did you say?’

‘I said I can’t give it to you.’

Teddy stood up, slapping the man hard round his head. He had a feeling he wasn’t going to like what he was about to hear. ‘Talk then, I’m listening.’

‘It’s Del. Del Williams.’

Teddy spoke slowly. ‘What about Del?’

‘He’s put word round we’re not to pay you anymore. He’s told all of us if we get any trouble from you just to contact him and he’ll sort it – but on the condition we give you nothin’ or say nothin’, otherwise he’ll do worse than the people you know will ever do.’

Teddy stood up and stared at the man on the floor. There was no reason for the man to lie to him. But what he was hearing was unbelievable. He put his fist in his mouth, chewing down on his skin. Who the fuck did Del Williams think he was? He was not only trying to mug him off out of the picture with the Russians, he was trying to cut him out completely with everything. This was his patch. Not Del’s. He was the one who’d seen it grow into what it’d become and now the likes of the flash Del Williams wanted to take it away from him. Well that wasn’t going to happen. Not now. Not ever.

He needed to do something, and fast.

Teddy turned to the constable standing next to him. ‘Cuff him.’

‘What?’

‘I said cuff him.’

‘On what charge sir?’

Teddy rubbed his head. ‘Intent to supply.’

‘What the hell are you doing?’ The man shouted in protest as the handcuffs went on him. Teddy grinned.

‘I’m doing what all good coppers do; I’m getting scum like you off the street.’

‘I ain’t done nothin’!’

Teddy whispered into the man’s ear. ‘This is my patch, not Del Williams’ patch, and the way I see it, if you want to play on his side then you’re balling me and I don’t like people who ball me, especially skanky toerags like you.’

‘I dunno what you’re talking about. You ain’t got anything on me mate.’

‘No? Well perhaps you’d like to come down the station and explain what this is.’

Taking a large white bag of quiver out of his own pocket, Teddy winked at the constable before placing it into the man’s jacket pocket. He patted it. ‘I reckon you’re looking at least at a five-year lump for that. Take him away.’

‘Don’t think you’re going to get away with this. Once Del finds out what you’ve done, you’re a dead man.’

Teddy Davies yawned. ‘Yeah, yeah. Save the movie line. Do you really think Williams gives a shit about the likes of you? Face it mate, you’re well and truly stitched the fuck up.’

The moment they were gone, Teddy’s face dropped. He couldn’t believe Del was so blatantly making a public fool out of him. Telling the dealers not to pay him, like he was worth nothing. He’d helped to make Del who he was today and, just as he’d done that, he would now help to destroy him. And Teddy Davies knew exactly who could help him to do it.