To Kill a Grey Man by D C Stansfield Read Free Book Online

there was something
about the eyes that showed his toughness.   In front of him was Keith Poole, a powerful hugely muscled man in
his mid-thirties.   Keith had done it all,
ex-military, ex-bouncer, ex-security, in fact anything violent.   He stood six foot, seven inches tall and
weighed in at over 300lbs, all of it muscle.   He was a keep fit fanatic, training for hours day after day and was now
John Sea’s enforcer, the man that John sent out to get all those nasty little
problems sorted, from talking to a club owner that was not paying enough to
teaching a gang leader who was boss.   Keith
was the man and he loved the job.

 
    They had just started to go through the list of issues that John
wanted Keith to fix when unusually John Sea’s phone rang.   It was his private phone and only a very few select
people knew the number.   John looked at
the screen and it said ‘ unknown ’ but he
decided to answer.

 
    “Hello,” said a cultured voice and John instantly recognized it as his
old boss, Sir Thomas Robertson, C.
    “How did you get this number?” asked John.
    There was a sound of exasperation and finally Sir Thomas said, “Don’t
be thick John.   How do you think?   I have been keeping my eye on you for some
time.”

 
    John Sea had been born in Manchester where his father had been a
successful villain.   He had put John
through the best of schools, educating him to take over the business when he
got older but it had not worked out.   A
rival gang had killed his father and taken on the bulk of the business.   John had barely escaped with his life.

 
    Due to this background, the special skills he had grown up with and
a completely amoral approach to the world, he had been recognized by MI6 at
university and recruited.   He had risen quickly
through the ranks and fifteen years ago had headed up the department running
all sorts of black ops.   Unfortunately he
had been caught with his hand in the till and kicked out.

 
    The fact was John had planned it that way.   He had obtained what he wanted and now needed
to leave quickly preferably with MI6 washing their hands of him.   Months earlier he had managed to infiltrate the
The Firm at the ground level and got all the information he needed on the
crooked side of Manchester, which gang operated where, who ran extortion,
pimping, illegal gambling, the works.   Once
he was kicked out of MI6 he meticulously put his plan into operation and with a
small team devastated the gangs in Manchester setting himself up as the new
boss.

 
    Always careful, once he got established he bought a level of
understanding with the local law enforcement and often did dirty jobs for The
Firm and occasionally MI5 and MI6.   This
had led to a nice status quo existing, a millionaires lifestyle and a certain
level of freedom.

 
    To get a call now from C was very disconcerting.
    “I would like to meet with you,” said C.
    “Actually I am very busy at the moment,” said John Sea.
    “No.   You don’t understand,” said
C.   “This is not a request.”
    “Look,” replied John Sea.   “I
don’t know what you want and I don’t really care but whatever it is I am busy.   Now I am happy to scratch your back every now
and again but there are limits.”
    “Right,” shouted C.   “You listen
to me you little fuck.   I can have every
one of your dirty sordid operations stopped.   Every little gang, or hooker or pimp, broken.   I can have your trousers dropped and your
arse fucked over Hammersmith Bridge if I feel like it!   Do you get my message?”
    John Sea’s voice dropped.   “What
do you want?”
    “Well,” said C in a more reasonable tone.   “That’s better.   I was going to take a ride up to you but now
feel you can come to me.   On the Thames
on the Embankment in London near Big Ben is a boat called the Tattershall Castle which is a pub.   I will meet you there in four hours from now.   We can have a walk and a chat.   Since