The Blues ManA Chapter by Robin Webster JUNE 1991 (Backwater
Blues)
Leon Anderson sat
in the back of the stolen Jaguar, as it sped down the M3 to the South West of
England in the fading light. The sound of the classic rap group ‘N*****s with
Attitude’ boomed out of the speakers, cutting out any possibility of
conversation with his compatriots in the front seat. The heat and cigarette
smoke was becoming overbearing, so he wound down the window and took a deep
breath as the warm night air hit his light brown skin. He lent back in his seat
and studied his long-time friend Denzel, who sat in the passenger seat bopping
his head to the music. Tommy Burns sat behind the wheel. He was ten years their
senior, with thickset features and short cropped blond hair. With his eyes still on the road, Tommy turned
his head slightly towards “What did ya say?” Tommy grinned and turned towards Denzel. “I
thought ya said ya friend had balls.” “Ya don’t need to worry about him,” Denzel
nodded reassuringly. “When the time comes, he’ll do the business. Just like he
did on the first run we did together.” Tommy slowed the car to 80 mph, before turning
down the stereo. “That suit ya better?” He asked with a hint of sarcasm in his
voice. “Yeah, there ain’t any sense in taking
unnecessary risks.” Leon
remembered that since he and Denzel had arrived in London three years earlier
both aged sixteen; they had somehow managed to avoid arrest. It was partly due
to Early on in their career they were set upon by
a group of five youths who tried to rob them on their way to a drug deal. Two
of the youths were hospitalised and the others managed to escape with just
bruises. Word soon spread and they had no further trouble from local gangs. By
the time they were eighteen, they were dealing twenty kilos a week. Leon and Denzel
showed a healthy respect to the larger dealers by making no attempt to encroach
on their patch. Also, Recently Denzel had begun to get restless.
There was a big market for amphetamines. Denzel and Leon had argued on a number
of occasions over “Have ya dealt with these guys before Tommy?” “No, but they’ll be OK. They ain’t nothing but
country yokels making their first deal. Anyway, if there’s any trouble, all you
and Denzel have gotta do is flash that steel you’re carrying, and they’ll s**t
themselves.” “I’ve gotta funny feeling about this one.” “I’ve got a funny feeling about this too,”
Tommy replied with an edge of impatience to his voice. “We got ourselves two
kilos of pure speed for a thousand quid a kilo. We cut it with 50% glucose and
are now selling four kilos of speed for four thousand quid. I make that two
thousand quid profit for a couple of hours drive down the motorway, and this is
likely to turn into a regular run. I wouldn’t mind a funny feeling like that
every day.” He looked towards Denzel. “What do ya think big boy?” “Sounds good to me, man,” Denzel replied, as
he looked through the cassettes in the glove compartment. Tommy looked in the rear view mirror at “We’ll be there in a few minutes,” Tommy said.
Both Leon and Denzel noticed the tension in his voice as they neared their
destination. They soon reached the entrance to the car park
of the Green Man Hotel. It was originally an eightieth century Mansion House
that was converted into a hotel in the 1960s. A half-acre car park separated
the hotel from the road. Tommy drove the car to the far end of the car
park, which was in almost total darkness, and out of earshot of the locals who
frequented the bar and restaurant. Tommy reached for the cellophane package that
contained the white powdered amphetamines from under his seat and handed it to Denzel
before lighting a cigarette. Within two minutes they heard the sound of a
vehicle. All three turned their heads in time to see its headlights moving
slowly towards them before a white transit van pulled up twenty metres to their
left. They continued to watch as a man in his
mid-twenties, with unkempt hair, jeans and bomber jacket jumped out of the
passenger seat and moved warily towards them. Tommy wound down the window as the man
approached. The man leaned forward and peered in the car,
first at Tommy before glancing suspiciously at the other two. “You’re Tommy
Burns, the bloke I met in “Ten out of ten for good observation. How’s it
going Ricky?” The man appeared in no mood for small talk.
“Have you got the speed?” “Have ya got the money?” “Yeah, but we want to check it over to make
sure it’s alright first.” “I ain’t standing around in a car park while
you guys mal over the merchandise for hours on end,” Tommy replied assertively.
“You and ya friend can have a taste from any part of the bags. Then quickly
weigh the stuff before giving us the money, then we all leave happy. OK?” The man paused for a moment. “OK, I’ve got
some scales in the back of the van. But only two of you come over. I don’t want
any funny business.” “Alright, but you try and f**k us over and
you’ll regret the day ya ever met us.” Tommy glanced over at As Tommy and Denzel, who was carrying the
package, got out of the car, He watched from the window as Tommy and Denzel
followed Ricky to the Transit van. He then saw Ricky’s friend jump out of the
passenger side, before walking round to the three figures that had now reached
the back of the van. He could just make out Ricky in the gloom as he opened the
rear van doors. What happened in the next few minutes changed At the same moment, They had not noticed Leon, who was now almost
upon them. The man with the blood-stained knife was busy picking up the packet
containing the amphetamines. Anger welled up inside Instinctively, The man hesitated. “And who the f**k do you
think you are, you n****r s**t. I’ll take you both out!” He again lifted the
bat above his head. The others stared at Leon, who stood rooted to
the spot, and aimed his gun at the spectacle before him. “Drop the speed mother
f****r!” Without delay, the man obeyed. Tommy dragged himself to his feet, pulled out
his gun, and smashed the butt across Ricky’s head. “You’d try and rip me off
would ya,” he bawled as he released the safety catch on his handgun. “Please don’t shoot. I’m sorry, I’m really
sorry,” Ricky trembled with blood seeping from his head wound, as Tommy aimed
the gun at his chest. “Put the gun down Tommy!” “Ya wanna let that s**t get away with trying
to rip us off. No f*****g way.” “Drop the steel now!” Tommy stared at him, the anger evident in his
face. “You’d shoot me to save this lump of s**t.” A look of disgust came over
his face, but he never the less lowered his gun. For the first time since leaving the car, “Let’s get the f**k outta here; the pigs will
be here any minute!” Tommy stormed, as he picked up the package containing the
amphetamines before moving towards the car. “I’m feeling sleepy,” Denzel whispered. “What things.” They were interrupted by the sound of Tommy
screaming at them from the car. “Come on, we ain’t
got time to hang around.” He turned the ignition and revved the motor. “We can’t just leave him.” “F**k ya then,” Tommy sneered before slamming
his foot right down on the accelerator and screeching out of the car park. As the Jaguar sped away, sirens could be heard
wailing in the distance. Ricky and his two friends ran towards their
van, leaving their wounded partner unconscious on the ground, with blood
trickling from his shoulder wound. “I feel weak “Ya can’t, we got some things to talk about.” “What things?” “That s**t Tommy has just run off with all our
stash.” “Oh man, I’m sorry.” “It’s OK. From now on it’s just you and me,
alright?” “Whatever’s best man, whatever’s best,” Denzel
whispered. His voice was growing weaker and his eyes were beginning to close. “I hear ya,” Denzel’s head fell to one side
with his eyes closed as his breathing became shallow. “Denzel, Denzel!” Leon screamed, tears were
running down his face. He then heard the screeching of brakes and hastily
turned his head towards the car park entrance. Two police cars had blocked it,
cutting off the escaping Transit van. The terrified couple, who had witnessed the
whole event, turned and ran towards the safety of the hotel. “Hold on Denzel, helps on its way,” “Armed police! Place your gun on the ground
and your hands on your head!” A voice demanded from behind him. “Lay flat on your stomach with your arms
outstretched!” “Get a f*****g doctor, there’s a man dying
here!” Immediately, two of the figures were upon him.
While one held a rifle to his head, the other forced his hands behind his back
before handcuffing him. “This one is still alive, what about yours?”
One of the figures asked referring to Denzel. “He’s still got a pulse but it’s very weak,”
the figure replied then hastily got out his two-way radio and called for the
two ambulances that were waiting at the entrance. They responded at once and
came speeding over. “What’s your name?” The figure with the gun
pointing at “Leon Anderson.” “And who are these two?” “I asked you a question “I ain’t ever seen the white guy before in my
life, but the black guy’s called Denzel Livingston.” The figure that had handcuffed Leon carefully
picked up the warm gun with a gloved hand and placed it in a cellophane bag.
“Is this your work sonny?” The figure stood up. “I am arresting you on
suspicion of Attempted Murder and Possessing a Firearm with Intent to Endanger
Live. You do not have to say anything but it may harm your defence------.” The words of the police officer reading his
rights washed over “Do you understand?” Denzel was in intensive care for a week, but
finally managed to fight his way back to life. The man who It was a year before the case came to trial at
Bristol Crown Court. Denzel received four years for Affray. Tommy
had got clean away. Although the police suspected Tommy of being involved, they
were unable to charge him with anything. Three of the four men who tried to rob them of
their drugs also received four years for Affray. The man who stabbed Denzel had
a long record for violence. He was sentenced to life for attempted murder.
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1 Review Added on March 9, 2013 Last Updated on March 9, 2013 Tags: Urban, fiction, crime, action, action adventure, thriller, multicultural, british AuthorRobin WebsterSomerset, United KingdomAboutI was born and spent much of my adult life in London but now live in the West Country with my wife. I have three great adult children and six grandchildren and I love them all dearly. I used to sing a.. more..Writing
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