That was how he was. The way he made it seem that day, he was just asking me very nicely if I could come and give him a hand doing some small bit of business that had to be got out of the way. We’d have to do it quickly and do it quietly. Just the two of us – Reggie Kray and Bobby Teale, the best of friends just as we’d always been.We’d had a few drinks the night before round at Madge’s just as we’d agreed. Reggie had been very direct: have an early night and be round at Vallance Road at nine the next morning as we would have some running around to do, he had told me. I think that he and Ronnie had fixed it after I left the meet with Frosty. In fact I’m sure of it. I think that Ronnie told Reggie it was his turn to get something going. It was time to get rid of me. Perhaps I was Phillips, perhaps not – they couldn’t be sure. But either way I was getting too close to Reg and Ron wanted me out of the way. He’d leave Reggie to decide how to do it. Somewhere quiet – somewhere out of town.It was Sunday 7 August.
