Chapter 10

She was right, they were in the pool, or rather three of them were, the odd one out being Katie who was squatting right on the edge of the pool, grinding her cunt into Frank's face.

"Hi daddy, Becky" she shouted as we walked across the lawn,

"Grab a beer and join us"

Beside me Becky slipped an arm around my waist and squeezed me,

"God she is such a horny little bitch Paul, I'm wet again and we've only just got here!"

"I want to see you two together one night"

"Yes please" she giggled, "I could cum just from thinking about it!"

Her mobile rang as I took two Buds from the cool box on the lawn, but when I saw the expression on her face, I put them back down again.

"Frank", she handed him the phone, "It's Gary at the Kings Head"

Turning to me she said, "I think you should round your boys up Paul, somebody's just fire bombed the kings Head!"

The fire was out when we arrived and Thank God, no one had been hurt, two brews of firemen were packing their gear away and the station officer was talking to a police officer who was obviously in charge now that the fire was out.

The officer saw us approaching and grimaced at Frank,

"Well, well, well, Mr Charlton, what a surprise"

"Yes I'm sure you're surprised Mr Hemmings, now who's behind it?"

Ignoring the question, he turned to me,

"And who might this be I wonder?"

"It might be the fucking Pope, but it's not" I growled and the sneering smile left his face.

"This is Paul Halford, Mr Hemmings, of Halford Securities, Paul this is chief inspector Hemmings, we're old friends" he added,

"Anything but friends Mr Charlton" he said dryly and turning to me said,

"And may I ask what interest you have in things Mr Halford?"

"Yes"

"Yes what?"

"Yes you may ask" I was fascinated at how quickly his neck was turning red!

Frank stepped in before I upset the poor chap any more,

"I've hired Mr Halford's company to look after the security of my groups investments, from now on, he's in complete charge of everything to do with security in any of my business interests"

"Yes" the policeman looked me up and down like I'd crawled out from under a stone, "I think I've heard of your little company"

"You have me at a disadvantage then" I said politely,

"How's that?"

"I've never fucking heard of you" and I took Frank's arm before he choked to death with laughter.

The landlord told us he'd seen a couple of likely lads in who looked around a little too much and drank orange juice, (not exactly the tipple enjoyed by most young east enders in London!)

"Any names?" I asked, "Sorry Paul, they've only been in twice, but my money's on them, one thing though, they drove away in a Jensen Interceptor!

In this day and age there can be no more than thirty or forty Interceptors in the whole of Britain, so it wasn't really a surprise when Frank said,

"Billy Bingham!"

"Who's Billy Bingham?" I asked as I smiled at our "friendly" departing police officer.

"He's the only one stupid enough to do something like this, him and his older brother Bobby run all the rackets round here, drugs, girls, protection, you know the score Paul, wannabees with muscle"