Prologue
The rain beat down, fat drops of water that bounced off the sodden ground. A flash of lightning briefly illuminated the hunched figure. His collar turned up against the elements, Albert flicked away the sodden cigarette from between his shaking fingers. He spoke, to no-one in particular, barely able to hear himself. "For you, Father. He'll be sorry. I'll make him be sorry." As he turned away from the unmarked grave, he opened his umbrella, and walked off into the dark. As he waited on the platform of Caledonian Road underground station, he was almost oblivious to the people hurrying past him, equally lost in their own lives. As he was pondering his situation, he felt a shove from behind. Turning round to glare at the intrusion into his thoughts, he came face to face with a large, mustachioed man wearing a grey suit and a pork pie hat. "You getting on, or what?" he inquired good-naturedly. Managing to suppress the flicker of recognition, Albert mumbled an apology and entered the train car, found a seat and buried himself behind someone's discarded newspaper. As the train set off through the maze of underground tunnels, Albert stared out into the dark and watched the lights flicking past. The longer he watched, the faster the train moved, and the more he felt the rage building inside him. By the time he had reached his destination and climbed the steps onto the streets of South Kensington, his mind was made up. He was going to make them pay.