Paul Malik the handsome Arab, inherited the laundry business from his father who came to live in England in 1948 and started life in Liverpool, He buys his first shop with six old washing machines when he moves to the Arab and Jewish community in Benwell in Newcastle. He notices how the community struggle to wash clothes by hand and sets about opening a laundrette. Des Baldwin, the racial bigot does not like Paul or any other black man or woman for that matter. He works in a garage on waterville road and does fiddle work on the side. There is a knock on his door one evening and a bony faced man in a suit asks if he will repair a friends car. the 1968 Jaguar belongs to Darren Ingles a notorious gangster from the West End of Newcastle. The car has been used in a robbery and has been damaged. Read how Des' gets involved with the mob. The story is set in 1971 and will take you to Manchester, and Tenerife and the Canary islands. This is a story of drug trafficking, Dealing and murder.


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Des checked the glove compartment looked down the sides of each door to see if a panel had been removed then he checked the boot. If the original mats and seating had been done that was a sure sign that this car was a mule for carrying drugs.

When he looked under the bonnet it confirmed what he had told the bony faced man. The engine had been souped up so that this car could outrun any police car and was the getaway vehicle used in the robbery in Manchester where four men had gone into a branch of the nationwide building society and robbed them of over fifty thousand pounds. Darren had also been tipped off about a van that carried used notes that were burned. One million in untraceable notes was a prize that Darren wanted. The inside information cost him £200.000 but he could make that back in a week selling drugs on the doors of the clubs in town.

The black van drove through Sheffield unaware that they were being followed and that they knew what route that van would take. It had to pass an underpass on the Western Bank near Brook Hill. They then had less than five minutes to get the money out and drive away before the police arrived. Darren made them practice over and over. Any bags left after four minutes had to be left no mater what as if anyone was caught it would blow the whole operation. The team were being led by Barry Davis a noted hard man from Newcastle’s West End. He had been a bare knuckle fighter in his time and knew how to inflict pain on his victims. The souped up van they were driving followed the armoured van until it turned off at a junction the men Mickey Costello, Brian Napier, and Rob Mason all got masked up. They all knew their jobs. 

At precisely one fifteen the van would get in front of the armoured car. Forcing it to take the road to an underpass where Ernie Kay the driver of the jag would corner the van so it could not escape. Barry and his men would then jump out of the van. A shot gun would blast open the window and the security man dragged out and forced to open the door. There would be an armed man inside but once that door was opened Barry would storm the van and over power the man. He was meant not to hurt the man as this was the informant, well that was the plan, but Brian Napier wanted to make it look good so he beat the man who threatened him with a gun with an iron bar before Barry broke five of the security mans ribs with body punches. Barry weighted 270 lbs and was built like a brick shit house. His huge fists buried themselves into the two men and left them in a heap on the ground as Mickey Costello, Brian Napier, and Rob Mason went inside the van and began the unloading of the sacks containing the used notes. They threw the sacks of money into the decorators van. “One minute lads shouted Barry as they threw sack after sack into the van. Twenty seconds; come on you fuckin’ wanker’s get that money loaded. Five seconds out, out, shouted Barry as they all got into the van closed the doors and sped off.

How much did we get said Barry as they removed the masks and boiler suits that they were all wearing. We got it all Barry.

“You fuckin’ beauties he shouted as they drove to another secluded stop where the van was emptied then destroyed with petrol.

They then drove back to Newcastle to a secluded garage near the Three Bridges Inn.

 The long process of counting all the cash took place Barry sent out Rob Mason to get them all a take away with twenty quid from the robbery.

It took the men over three hours to count the money and when it was totted up there wasn’t one million pounds there was over five million. Barry checked then rechecked it.

It was right.

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