All three brothers were fixated on the door, waiting for it to be pushed open by the Mexican. His mind began to wander, reflecting on what Emma might think if she knew what he was doing with his morning. If she knew that he and his brothers were waiting for a gangster from Mexico she would probably leave him. Then, if she also knew that they were looking to make a deal to give a green-light to copious amounts of drugs being sent into London, all courtesy of the Blake brothers, she would probably leave him and phone the police. Emma knew both his brothers had a bad criminal past and, though it was never spoken about, she must have wondered about John. It did worry him occasionally that she might think he too must have had some first-hand experience with criminality, and he did, albeit just by being around in the wrong place with the wrong people—his brothers. He had definitely never done anything that was anywhere near Billy and Nick’s level, though; that was stuff that came with a sentence.
