Today I was in the Bookies.
I decided to bet on every race, I`m a degenerate gambler after all.
After 10 dog races I was £55K down and needed a win.
Trap 1 in the next race looked good, I bunged £10K on it at 6-1.
The dog shot out the traps and led from trap to line.
I picked up £70K from the cashier desk and thought I`d leave.
Walking down the street with my money inside my suit pocket, I saw a copper coming towards me. It was PC Harry Hunt. He was the worst, most bent Copper in all of London Town.
I`ve had run ins in the past with him, one New Years Eve I broke his nose after he tried to stop me beating up a Traffic screw who was ticketing my Porsche.
Hunt was 10 yards away when he said "Beevers, you`re nicked. Or give me your money"
I looked at him and said "Shut it Hunt, I aint done anything, you aint nicking me"
He smiled and said "Oh I am Beevers, I am"
I saw we were outside the Butchers shop, theres a very quiet alley which runs down the side of it.
"Ok Hunt, take my money, I`ll give it to you down this alley" I said
He grinned and followed me down there.
The alley was deserted, and damp.
He had his hand out waiting for me to give him my dough. Quick as a flash I grabbed his hand, spun him round and slammed him into the wall.
"You think I`d let you have my dough do you Copper?" I snarled into his ear. He was shaking like a leaf now, fear oozed from him.
"I`ll give you something to remember me by Filth" I said.
I smacked his head against the wall, then kicked him in the balls. Hard.
I looked back at him as I walked out onto the street.
He was crying like a baby, his shirt was bloodied and he was squirming in pain.
No-one messes with me. I`m Joe Beevers and don`t you forget it
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