CHAPTER 161

In a small countryside village, Victor was sitted in front of his TV in a little cottage. He quietly listened to the news about Richard's shooting and watched the accompanying video of the shooting displayed by the news channel, in the same chair he had sat down and listened to the news of Chris Bolton's kidnap about two weeks back. Things certainly didn't look so good. Whoever had shot Richard had the worst possible timing. Victor knew Thomas Bolton well enough to be worried that the raging lunatic might plan to do something really dangerous to Michael Bolton and his young son and Victor wondered if it was finally the moment himself and Michael had spoken about all those years ago? Victor could still clearly remember and give an accurate account of that day and the events that had led down to it. He saw himself at that moment, in his minds eye as he had been about 29 years ago; a raging teenager full of so much anger, spite and hatred and begging a gang to allow him in as their membe