Two Faced (Harry Tyler Book 2)

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Author: Garry Bushell
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Bob Geldof school of personal hygiene. Long matted hair. Bearded. Pungent. Revolting. The chap hadn’t washed since he got there, wore clothes Michael Foot would think scruffy, and screeched out of the college gates most nights on a Harley Davidson with sulphurous fumes belching from its knackered exhaust.
    ‘That cunt wants hosing down.’
    ‘He ain’t seen a bath since the vicar ducked him in the font.’
    ‘And I bet he left a ring round that.’
    Another guy was eighteen stone, bald, black and built like a nightclub bouncer. ‘Oi, Mr T, does Hannibal know you’re moonlighting down here?’ shouted one bold bell-head.
    ‘Hey, Limp-wrist,’ hollered another. ‘Is this the closest you’ve ever got to a black mass?’
    Inevitably a woman got the most stick – blonde Denise Watts, who was more top-heavy than Sam Fox in a centrifuge.
    ‘She’ll never drown in a swimming pool,’ cackled one young observer.
    ‘Fuck the pool, let’s see her on a trampoline,’ quipped his pal.
    ‘If they fall out of her blouse, they could have Larry’s eye out.’
    ‘Here, titty, titty, titty …’
    Holmes tutted. It was like working on a building site. But he was relieved that the young probationers had no idea what was going on here. Undercover police infiltration remained a well-kept secret. Despite major successes against some of Britain’s leading organised crime gangs, top-drawer villains were still being caught on the toilet with their trousers around their ankles. Why? That was simple: when the cases came to court, the police were not yet compelled to disclose to the defence that ‘the one who got away’ was undercover Old Bill.
    UC operatives, trained here and known as the Dream Factory team, were a logical response to a drug-fuelled crime wave that was fast turning tidal. Not that you’d know it from their budgets. The dinosaurs who controlled police purse strings could not quite get their heads around the new game of infiltration. UC operations were tolerated rather than encouraged. Many officers of senior rank felt it just wasn’t cricket. They didn’t like to acknowledge that the game had changed and it wasn’t George Dixon versus the Lavender Hill Mob out there any more. Yet it was becoming ever harder even for them to cling on to the old comforting belief that drug culture was safely confined to a few poverty-blighted urban pockets. It was bad, and it was nationwide. And the sheer tonnage of powder and pills recovered by UC operatives in the last twelve months, along with high-value stolen goods, counterfeit currency and firearms, proved it beyond question. Crime in the 1980s was increasingly about supplying a growing and ravenous demand for drugs, and by turning a blind eye to it for so many years the police establishment had allowed a new aristocracy of law-breakers to flourish. Britain’s drug-peddling criminal elite were richer, more ruthless and far more successful than Al Capone, Bugs Moran, Johnny Torrio, the Gennas, the O’Banions or any other of the organised mobs whose growth was rooted in the fertile soil of the Prohibition years in 1920s America.
    Alerted by a cough behind him, DI Holmes turned to warmly greet his DCI, thanking his lucky stars that the small band of heroes had resisted the urge to drop their trousers. He turned back to see nine bare arses pointed towards Limp-wrist Larry’s zoom lens. ‘Full moon tonight then, Barrett,’ the DCI said with a wan smile, before turning on his heels and walking away.
    Down in the courtyard, the ponytailed Harry Dean smiled as Limp-wrist gave his instructions in a voice that screamed theatrical queen: ‘OK, put your right hand on the left cheek of the person to your right. That’s it, dear. Now, you on the end, put your right hand on your hips.’ This was clearly a shot for his private collection.
    ‘Are you sure you don’t want it mounted, mate?’ grumbled Warren Walker, the black UC officer, in a heavy Midlands accent.
    ‘No,’

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