Kipper ring the station and get Geordie Shotton down here and get him to do an artists impression of the man with the bony face and tattoos on each hand.
“Yes Sir said Ken as he folded his note pad and placed it back into his jacket pocket.’
Rob wished Gordon well before leaving.’
“You will get the bastard’s wont you?’
“I won’t rest until I do Gordon.’
Ken opened the door and let Rob Black out of the room. Once again the officer outside stood to attention.’
“Do not let anyone other than his wife or family see this man and tell the man who comes to relieve you the same.’
Rob walked to the day room where Mrs Philips was consoling Graeme Smiths wife.’
“Let me say on behalf of the Manchester Constabulary that we will endeavour to catch who is responsible for the murder of your husband and that we are very sorry for your loss.’
Rob jerked his head towards the door and they all left. Right if you can have a word now with Billy Strong and get him to put his ears to the ground and see what he can come up with?’
They got into the car and drove into Manchester town centre where Peter and Ken were dropped off before Rob made it back to the Station.
Billy Strong had lived on his wits all his life; brought up on the Moss Side estate where drug barons, petty thieves, and wannabe gangsters grew up. Billy was not a big man in stature but he was cunning. He hated the gangs that roamed the streets at night; being bullied, Billy was hitting back at all those who had wronged him when he was a youngster at St Peters High School. Billy had an acne problem and his face was scarred with it. He grew his hair long to cover it up. He dressed in a green combat jacket, Jeans, and a pair of Adidas trainers.
He roamed the bars in Manchester, where he busked with his guitar to make a few bob. It was whilst doing this that he picked up bits of information that he sold on to the police.
Standing outside of the Big Western he played a few country music tunes that he knew the bar was filling up and it wasn’t long before he was asked to come in and play for them.
The manager would give him a pint or two and the punters usually went around with the hat for him.
In the corner next to the pool table were the local hoodie gangs. A lot of them were only sixteen going on thirty. Each one of them thought that they were the next Ronnie or Reggie Kray. They talked big and they talked loud and Billy was able to pick up bits of info that was going around.
After finishing “When I’m dead and gone” by McGuinness Flint”
Billy went on to do “Hot love” by T Rex. The lads in the corner all high as a kite on (tack) Marijuana were joining in. No one stopped them smoking it because they were afraid of reprisals.
When Billy finished he set down his guitar and asked if the lads wanted a game of pool. “I’ll play you for a fiver said one lad.’
“Alright let’s make it interesting let’s play for twenty.’
“Oh that sounds like a challenge there mind Nobby shouted one of the hoodie’s.’
“You’re on let’s see your money first.’