The tent was smoggy with cigarette fug and the overwhelming smell of beer; two dark-skinned men stood by the entrance taking money, one wearing a T-shirt with a DKNY logo. Staring at Tully, the younger man nodded in recognition and let him move farther inside. His eyes stinging from the thick cigarette smoke, Tully glanced into the circular pit and watched as a weedy man of about sixty, coughing, smoothed over the bloodied surface with a rake. From the back of the tent came the sound of dogs barking frantically. “I thought it were you,” the man said, looking up at Tully as he approached. “Seen you at the horses often enough but never seen you ’ere before.” “No, I don’t care for it,” Tully replied, offering the man a cigarette and lighting it for him. He had no taste for cruelty but knew that Bernie Freeland’s steward, Malcolm Jenner, was involved in illegal dogfighting in Hackney. Tully saw one dog—a white bull terrier—being led into the ring, the owner of its opponent still standing next to his animal’s locked cage.
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