Between The Devlin And The Deep Blue Seas - Plot & Excerpts
A warm, balmy evening that was now fast approaching 4 am on Sunday morning the first of November. After all the Kelly Club was closing down and it was the end of an era so to speak. An era of illegal gambling, corruption, murders, associated crime and vast profits going into a certain grey haired gentleman’s pockets. But still, the end of an era no less. Not wanting to panic his faithful staff any more than necessary, Price had told them as they left a little earlier than usual that it would probably only be for two weeks; another political hiccup so to speak. They were all paid accordingly and told to ring George Brennan in a fortnight, he’d tell them what was going on. In the meantime have a nice holiday on the boss. But in the plush seclusion of his office amongst his inner core Price had told the boys it would be for at least a month, and this time more than likely for good. The Kelly Club had rolled its last dice, spun its last wheel, bribed its last cop and politician. It was enough to make you cry.
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