Unforgettable: The Sweeney Page #5

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What a stain to have on your soul?

Take someone's life for a couple of

hundred grand's worth of stones.

I mean, you'd just leave the f***ing work

and walk, wouldn't you?

Yeah.

Looks like they panicked

when the hold-up alarm went.

Why else would they top her?

Got any ideas?

That was blown in 2000.

That was blown the same year.

That was blown the following year.

And that was blown today.

What do you notice

about the shaped charges?

- They're all the same.

- Well done, Grasshopper.

Now, see him?

I gave him his first two sentences

when he was just a teenager.

He robbed a post office

while he was still at school.

He's a f***ing torpedo.

Francis Allen. Six years for armed robbery

and attempted murder.

Back behind bars

one week after release for another robbery.

Gets parole. After that

the trail goes cold.

He progressed to running

guns for the Provos.

Earned an absolute f***ing fortune

supplying breakaway paramilitary groups,

you know,

with small firearms, light weaponry.

He's got links in Eastern Europe,

Chechnya, Russia, Serbia.

By all accounts,

he went to ground in Montenegro.

- So why come back now?

- Don't know.

Rob a shitty little low-end jewelers?

He's either done all his

beans and gone skint,

or an opportunity came his way

and he simply just couldn't say no.

Well, let's find him and ask him.

Shake a few trees, see what falls out.

And get Simmonds

to go down Hatton Garden,

see if anyone's tried to

fence that bit of tom.

I'm on it.

I'll pick up the new motor,

flop on a few grasses.

Someone's got to know if he's come back.

You look excited.

Yeah, Francis Allen, guv.

Looks like he's come out of retirement.

I need a word.

- I'm jogging on.

- Regan! I said I need a word.

Now.

Yes, guv.

What's up?

You're playing with a straight bat,

aren't you, Jack?

What?

Reassure me that Lewis and his boys

have got nothing on you.

Nothing that can come back and haunt us.

Nothing, no.

His team are taking it more seriously

than I anticipated.

- No.

- Good.

All right, nail your boy for the robbery.

I'm sure this'll be forgotten about.

- Can I splice now?

- Yeah.

Lovely.

- What do you know about Allen?

- He's a slag.

- You close?

- Nah, I gave him his first bit of porridge.

Thought it would be a matter of time

before I saw his f***ing face again.

See, cats like Allen, they

can't help theirself.

You look excited.

Sorry, it's your tits.

They don't stick out as much as your belly.

What you saying? I gotta

lose a bit of weight?

As long as you don't

lose your charm as well.

I suppose I could lose

a couple of kilos for you.

Oh, I'm touched.

- I wish I f***ing was.

- You're about to be.

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