The Ford Capri did a J-turn into the parking spot narrowly beating an Austin Allegro driven by a pensioner.
" Too slow , Grandad !" Bodie jeered at the old man in his flat cap. The old man made a rude gesture at Bodie.
Doyle caught the glint of Bodie's 9mm Pistol leaving it's shoulder holster.
" Leave it! He's old enough to be yer Grandad ! " said Doyle. Bodie fumed and got out of the Capri . His flares flapped in the breeze. Doyle got out the car after carefully checking it was locked.
" So , we've got a snout in that boozer? " said Bodie , his hand feeling inside his leather jacket to ensure his cosh was in place.
" Too right. Cowley reckons this grass is solid gold" said Doyle , tucking in his cheesecloth shirt.
The Rancid air inside the pub spoke of Players cigarettes, Scotch eggs and stale farts. The grass was playing pool on his own in the fuggy corner of the Bar. Bodie grabbed his ball.
" 'Ere that's not nice, Guv! " complained the Grass " You must be the filth! "
" Careful , Weasel " sneered Bodie " You wouldn't last two minutes in this gaff if we blew your cover! "
" Alright , Chief , no need fer that! " the Grass whimpered " I got the info on Billy Davies. You lot 'ave been looking fer him? "
" So far we're listening " said Doyle. Davies was a notorious Scottish scumbag who had been banged up in Wandsworth for GBH, Arson , drugs, pimping and also overdue library books. He had managed to turn one of the screws. The screw was in trouble. He had put a monkey on a pony and come up short. Davies told the screw he could fix it with Big Jim and he got out of jail free.
" That's Davies right-hand man over there " said the grass " His names Dave McKay . 'ees a right nutter and I think 'ees tooled up ".
" No problem " said Bodie " Let's follow this scumbag "
Mckay left the pub. Bodie and Doyle had a quick pint of Watney's Red Barrel and followed. McKay turned down the Old Kent Road in his powder blue Jag.
" Nice Car…for a lowlife" said Bodie
" Yeah , I prefer the Triumph Spitfire myself." Said Doyle. " 'ees spotted us . Quick , put the chase music on the Eight-track! "
Bodie fumbled for the bulky chase music cartridge
BAW-OO UH BURHH DUH DUH BURHH DUH DUH DER DER DER DER DUH DUH
Doyle flung the Capri into a spin and pulled away. The Jag was alright in a straight line but was rubbish at corners. The chase was approaching some waste ground near Euston railway arches.
" Waste Ground! " Bodie and Doyle yelled " That means the the chase is finished! Ram him! "
The Capri sideswiped the Jag which went spinning into some empty cardboard boxes and blew up.
McKay was thrown clear.
Bodie picked him up roughly " Alright Jock, where's your oppo? "
McKay snarled at him " Go and boil yer head , yer southern nancy! "
Bodie then administered the technique officially known as " a right good kicking ". Doyle looked on with a pained look. If only the scumbags would co-operate then the world would be a better place.
" Alreet , that's enough the noo! " said McKay " 'Ees gone oop north to a grotty dump in Derby . Reckoned nobody would know him there"
" there , wasn't that easy ? " said Bodie.
" I reckon we let plod pick him up " said Doyle " After all , I've never been north of Watford Gap"
" Result! " said Bodie " Lets have a nosh up at the Wimpy"
" You're braver than I thought! " laughed Doyle