OK, she’d had a bit of agg, but why hadn’t she left him a number? Why hadn’t she even tried to call? He needed her! He had another ghost on his conscience. He’d sent poor Mickey to meet his maker, on a job he could have done himself. The Jack Daniel’s bottle in the kitchen was looking tempting, but he couldn’t bring himself to drink the hard stuff on a Sunday morning. Not alone, at any rate. At 11.30am he walked around and bought the papers. Even they pissed him off. Why was there nothing to read in the News Of The Screws any more? He’d bought the People for the SP, but West Ham had lost yesterday and he didn’t need reminding about it. At midday, Harry settled down to watch The Gangs Of New York on DVD. Half an hour later, he was on his way to The Park Tavern pub in nearby Aveley, kidding himself that he needed to get some proper tucker inside him, but knowing full well he was going to find some company and lose the rest of the day on the sauce. And if a nice barmaid took his eye then maybe he’d be out all night too.
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