6 - A Puff of Smoke and Leather Brogues
“He’s at the bar. Go on through.” Sid opens the door.
“Don’t need anyone Mick they just get in my way. You might be curious about a crew that is anonymous. Might be taking your glory. Are you missing some big opportunities that aren’t coming your way. If you found them and wanted them gone you could give the word and hey presto.”
“If I found them I have my own magicians. They would be gone and no puff of smoke to be seen.”
“Are you protecting them Mick. What about your boy. He is up for a spot of skulduggery. Maybe I should have words. Work him over a bit.”
“You threatening my family you piece of copper filth? That would be a very, very stupid move. This conversation is over. See the bastard out there’s good lads.”
Ben is up and grabs Micky’s other arm. Micky twists lose and stands his ground. Ben straight at him swinging a solid punch. Micky leans back the punch missing. With Ben off balance slams the heel of his hand into his face instantly breaking his nose. Hits him hard in the stomach. Brings his knee onto the end of his chin as he doubles over in pain his head snapping back. Ben goes down. Can safely be ignored. Bill has now recovered and pulls out a cosh. A sock filled with coins. Micky is quicker and lands a solid kick onto his shin. Micky always wears his best leather brogues not to look smart but because of the quarter inch solid leather flange that runs round the toe. It delivers a wicked blow. That shin kick saving him many a time and sends Bill onto one knee low enough for another kick to the side of the head that sends him to sleep.