The Black Mile
“office at West End Central. It was a large room on the second floor, a dozen desks facing each other, filing cabinets spread around. Corkboards held wanted posters, roster sheets, crime reports and various other memoranda.
Large-scale maps of Soho, Mayfair and Fitzrovia––‘C’ Division’s manor––were pinned up with coloured markers indicating recent crime reports. Red pins: robberies. Blue pins: brasses. Yellow pins: assaults. Five purple pins had been added to mark out the Ripper’s territory, and... an entire wall had been spared for his particular paraphernalia.
He hadn’t been back to the factory since the night of the beatings. The men lounged around, some of them smoking, a couple throwing darts at a dartboard. He wasn’t expecting a friendly welcome and he didn’t get one.
“Bloody snake,” muttered Georgie McCann.
“Rubberheel.”
Charlie kept his chin up, kept walking.
Particle-board walls at the back formed a small office where his brother sat Frank wasn’t there.MoreLess
Large-scale maps of Soho, Mayfair and Fitzrovia––‘C’ Division’s manor––were pinned up with coloured markers indicating recent crime reports. Red pins: robberies. Blue pins: brasses. Yellow pins: assaults. Five purple pins had been added to mark out the Ripper’s territory, and... an entire wall had been spared for his particular paraphernalia.
He hadn’t been back to the factory since the night of the beatings. The men lounged around, some of them smoking, a couple throwing darts at a dartboard. He wasn’t expecting a friendly welcome and he didn’t get one.
“Bloody snake,” muttered Georgie McCann.
“Rubberheel.”
Charlie kept his chin up, kept walking.
Particle-board walls at the back formed a small office where his brother sat Frank wasn’t there.MoreLess
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