The Betrayer

by Kimberley Chambers

  ‘You’ve gotta pull yerself together, James. You’ve been given a wonderful opportunity in life; don’t fuck it up, son.’

  He’d agreed with her at the time, but nothing had changed since. He was still going out every night and coming home at all hours. Maureen just hoped that Harold didn’t change his mind about the offer he’d handed James. The silly little sod would know all about it if he lost his job and the business was snatched away from under his nose.

  At least Maureen had the one good bit of news. Susan’s engagement had come as a bolt out of the blue and her daughter was on cloud nine.

  Maureen smiled. The engagement party was this Saturday and she was really looking forward to it. If being a gran wasn’t exciting enough, she was now going to be mother of the bride!

  Kev’s mum worked in a local pub as a barmaid and had organised the party there. The Prince of Wales, in nearby Duckett Street, was better known to everyone as Kate Odder’s. Kate, the guv’nor, had agreed to section off half the pub and allow the kids to have it free of charge. Usually Maureen would have held a little do for them around hers, but for once, she was glad of someone else doing all the work. With everything that had been going on, she’d been really stressed out and organising a get-together had been the last thing she needed.

  Tommy had been another pain in the arse. People kept dropping hints that he wasn’t working on the building site. At first Maureen hadn’t taken much notice of the snide remarks, until yesterday, when her two best friends, Sandra and Brenda, had had a quiet word in her shell.

  ‘Look, Maur, we don’t wanna be the ones to tell yer this, but someone’s got to. Your Tommy ain’t working where he says he is. My dad, Archie, says he’s hanging about in a pub in Poplar most days of the week. He reckons he’s well known in the area, and him and his mate, Freddie, are a pair of villains.’

  Maureen’s heart sank. Her heart told her that they’d got it all wrong, but her head told her differently. Ethel had always said the same thing and they couldn’t all be bastard well wrong. There must be some truth in the rumours – there had to be. She needed to do some investigating, find out the truth. She certainly didn’t want James going out with Tommy all the time if he was up to no good. If Tommy got her baby into any trouble, she’d fucking well kill him.

  She hadn’t said anything to anyone about what she’d been told. She needed proof before she tore into Tommy and went shooting her mouth off. One thing she was sure of, though: if Brenda and Sarn were right, she’d kick his arse out of her house so fast, he’d bounce down the fucking road. Maureen was just about to hatch a plan to catch the bastard out, when she was interrupted by a frantic Ethel.

  ‘Quick, Glad’s fallen over. I can’t lift her, can yer give us a hand?’

  Maureen slammed her cup of tea down and ran out of the house.

  ‘Four thousand and twenty, four thousand and forty.’ As he placed the last note on top of the others, Tommy turned to Freddie. ‘Four thousand and sixty pounds, me old mucker. Not bad for a morning’s work, eh?’

  Freddie chuckled. Things had been going incredibly well since they’d upped their game. Three little post offices they’d spun in the last few weeks, which in total had earned them nigh on fifteen grand. They’d left the big towns and cities well alone. There was more money to be earned in them, but with the two of them working alone, they didn’t have the manpower. In the bigger offices you needed to be in and out in well under five minutes. Any longer than that and the police would be on your tail.

  Freddie’s uncle Bobby had given them all the vital information. He’d once made the mistake of hitting busy areas. ‘Too many have-a-go Charlies willing to get themselves in the papers as some two-bit hero,’ he told them. It had been Freddie’s idea to hit the countryside. The money wasn’t fantastic, but the jobs were easy peasy.

  The owners were naive and the plastic screens that protected them could be smashed with one clump of a baseball bat. Not only that, you could leg it from the building and literally bump into no one. Suffolk, Norfolk and Cambridge they’d hit so far, tiny little villages with more cows than people. Freddie had insisted that they hit a different area every time, so they wouldn’t arouse suspicion. They’d even invested in a country wardrobe. When they went to work they wore waxed jackets and corduroy trousers and they looked like any other local until the masks came down and the gun flew out.

  After initially being nervous, Tommy now loved the adrenaline of having a real shooter. They’d even fired it in Suffolk, when the old dear behind the counter had refused to hand over the money. Working with a gun had added to his confidence no end, and his nerves had all but disappeared.

  Tommy counted out £500, handed half to Freddie and pocketed the rest himself. ‘Shall we go out and celebrate, mate?’

  Freddie nodded. ‘Let’s get rid of the dough first, eh?’

  Even though they were raking it in, the boys were careful with the money they spent. They always had big wads in their pockets, but steered well clear from buying anything that made them look like big-time Charlies. With both of them still living at home, they’d had no option other than to bring James in on the act. Neither of them had bank accounts and even if they had, they couldn’t have used them. James was their bank manager. He hid their money easily for them in the shop. Freddie had been wary about including James, but Tommy had insisted.

  ‘He’s as good as gold. He’ll be great cover and we can bung him a few quid here and there.’

  Freddie opened the door and urged Tommy to hurry up. ‘Come on then, Bethnal Green it is. I’ll call a cab. We don’t wanna walk about with this lot on us.’

  Tommy smiled. Life couldn’t be any fucking better.

  Over in Bethnal Green, James was busy counting shirts.

  ‘James, my boy, I’m off to see that meshugeneh in Gants Hill to pick up my money. Then I have to go to the shikseh in Aldgate to pick up some shirts. Will you be OK locking up tonight, son?’

  James smiled. ‘I’ll be fine, Harold. You have a good weekend.’

  ‘And you have a nice weekend, too. Enjoy your sister’s engagement party and I’ll see you bright and early Monday morning. Don’t forget to wish her mazel tov for me.’

  James sighed as Harold left the shop. He was such a lovely man, and he didn’t want to hurt him. Feeling guilty, James carried on with the stock check. It was a month now since he’d been working full time in the shop and as much as it upset him to say so, he’d hated every moment of it. Working Saturdays and school holidays had been a different kettle of fish. He’d been a kid then and had thoroughly enjoyed the experience and pocket money. Now that he’d left school, things were very different. He was bored shitless, stuck in the shop day in, day out. The early part of the week was the worst; sometimes they’d go hours without even greeting a customer.

  He enjoyed having money in his pocket all the time, but the boredom outweighed the earnings. Giving it up wasn’t an option. Harold would be heartbroken and his mum would bloody well kill him.

  ‘All right, Jimmy boy. On your own, are yer?’

  James smiled as his brother and Freddie walked towards him. ‘Yeah, Harold’s gone out for the rest of the day.’

  Tommy handed him a big envelope. ‘Stash that away for us, will yer?’

  James told his brother to keep an eye on the shop while he went out the back. His boss was aware that he put money in the safe for Tommy on a regular basis. A man of the world, he asked no questions. He was a slippery bastard, was Harold, and had bundles stashed in there himself.

  ‘Why don’t you put it in the bank?’ James asked him one day.

  ‘Gevalt geshreeyeh! I can’t put it in the bank. What if the wife or the tax man get their greedy hands on it?’

  James laughed. A rabbi couldn’t be more Jewish than Harold.

  As James walked back into the shop, Tommy handed him some money.

  ‘There’s a twoer there, Jimmy boy. We’re going for a beer now. What time yer finishing?’

  ‘S
ix o’clock. Where will yer be?’

  Tommy shrugged. ‘Dunno. I’ll ring you on the shop phone at half five and let yer know.’

  James watched his brother swagger out of the door. He was so cool, and James wished he could be more like him. Tommy’s life was so bloody exciting, whereas his was dull and boring.

  Maureen got off the bus and walked boldly towards the crowd of men. Gladys had been OK, thankfully; a sprained ankle was her only real injury. Sitting in casualty had given Maureen a good idea. A builder had come in with a busted nose and as soon as she’d seen him, it had clicked. She knew where Tommy was supposedly working. He’d told her he was in charge of the new housing estate being built in Canning Town. Maureen knew exactly where he meant. Unbeknown to him, her aunt Doris had lived there on the old estate for years before she’d died.

  As she approached one of the blokes, she heard wolf whistles. She knew they were taking the piss, because she looked like a packet of hot shit.

  ‘Excuse me,’ she said to a man in a bright yellow hat. ‘I need to see my son, Tommy Hutton. He’s the manager here, apparently.’

  The man smiled, ‘Never heard of him, darling.’

  Maureen felt a shiver run through her veins. ‘Is there another estate being built near by? Only, I know he works in this area and he drinks in that pub across the road.’

  The man shook his head. ‘Not to my knowledge, there ain’t.’

  ‘Oi, darling!’

  Maureen looked up at the young boy with the big ears. ‘What?’

  ‘Fancy a date?’ he sniggered. All of his mates were standing behind him, egging him on.

  Maureen was annoyed, fucking annoyed. As if her day hadn’t been bad enough, she now had a load of dimwits taking the piss out of her.

  ‘Take no notice,’ said the nice man in the yellow hat.

  Maureen had no intention of taking any notice. Cheeky little blighter – she had a son older than him. Looking back up, she glared at him.

  ‘If yer dick’s as big as them ears, I’ll be more than happy to go out with yer, love.’

  The other lads all fell about laughing. Normally, Maureen would have been pleased by her wondrous humour. Not today, though – she had too much on her plate. She had to find that lying no-good bastard son of hers; she couldn’t wait to get her hands on him. She’d give him manager of the building site. Making her look a fool like that: she’d kill him for this, fucking well kill him.

  TWENTY

  Susan lay back on the bed and smiled as Kevin placed his hand on her swollen stomach.

  ‘He’s kickin’, Suze. I can feel him moving about.’

  Susan laughed. Kev was so positive that they were having a boy, he’d already decorated the nursery blue. She had been a bit annoyed with him when he’d surprised her with it. ‘We might still have a girl, Kev, and if we do, I’m not having her sleepin’ in a boy’s room.’

  ‘You worry too much, Suze. It ain’t cost us nothing – I nicked the paint from work. If it is a girl, which it won’t be, I’ll repaint it pink in no time.’

  As Kev stood up, Susan pulled the quilt over her huge stomach. ‘Where yer goin’?’ she asked him.

  ‘I’m gonna make us something to eat. You have a rest, save yerself for tonight.’

  Susan smiled. It was their engagement party tonight, and although she was looking forward to it, she looked and felt like shit. Her pregnancy had been a difficult one. She’d put on loads of weight, had little energy, and often felt hormonal. Kev had been a saint and had treated her with kid gloves. He’d waited on her hand and foot, suffered her tantrums, and even helped out with the cooking and housework. Once the baby was born, she’d make it all up to him. She had twelve weeks to go, and was desperate to feel normal again. Still, it would all be worth it in the end. Together, they were as happy as Larry, but the arrival of their baby would be the icing on the cake.

  Maria took off the blue dress and tried the pink one on again. Tonight could possibly be the big turning point of her life and she was determined to look her best. The invite to Susan’s party had taken her completely by surprise. Maureen hadn’t just asked her to attend, she’d practically begged her.

  ‘Please say you’ll come, Maria. I’m so worried about James. He ain’t been himself since yous two fell out. He’s out guzzling all the time, coming home at all hours. He really misses you, I know he does. Please sort things out with him, even if it’s only for my sake.’

  Maria agreed and afterwards thought long and hard about Maureen’s words. At first she’d been so angry with James that she’d wanted to hurt him. Now she felt differently. She missed him more than words could say and would give her right arm to have him back in her life. She knew now that he hadn’t just been her best friend; it was more than that. He was her soulmate, her rock. Why, at the time, hadn’t she been able to see what was right in front of her eyes? Years she’d spent dating wasters and dickheads and what for? James had been there all along.

  To be honest, she’d never looked at him in a romantic light until recently. It had sort of hit her like a ton of bricks after they’d fallen out. He looked different all of a sudden. His physique, his dress, his hair, everything about him had improved overnight. She’d dated lots of other guys to try and make him jealous but, truth be known, she couldn’t bear them near her any more. Luckily, she was still a virgin and just lately even a passionate clinch did nothing but make her think of James. She missed his eyes, his laughter, his stupid jokes and his silly walk. She even missed him taking the mickey out of her and driving her mad with his awful record collection.

  Looking at her watch, she knew she’d better get a move on. Deciding to stick with the pink dress, she quickly did her hair. Ever since she was little, James had always said she looked like a princess with her hair chucked up. Finally, tonight, she would have a chance to tell him how she truly felt. She’d debated whether to send him a letter, but would rather speak to him face to face. If he could just forgive her and admit that he felt the same way, then she’d gladly be his girl for evermore.

  ‘Me and Jimmy boy are going for a beer, Mum. We’ll meet you at the party.’

  Grabbing his younger brother’s arm, Tommy pulled him quickly out of the door. His mother had been staring at him with her Russian shot-putter expression all day and he couldn’t wait to get out of the house. He was obviously in the dog house over something and, at this particular moment, the wrath of his old lady was the last thing he could be bothered with.

  Maureen was glad to see the back of her deceitful son. How she’d kept her mouth shut all day, she would never know. Desperate not to spoil her daughter’s engagement party, she’d had to delay ripping his head off for at least twenty-four hours. Tomorrow, he could pack his bags and fuck off as far away as possible. He wasn’t leading her up the garden path, or his brother astray, for one minute longer.

  ‘Maur, we’re here.’

  Maureen told Gladys and Ethel to sit down. ‘It’s ever so early. Shall we have a quick drink here before we leave, girls?’

  Gladys looked vacantly out of the window. ‘Sooty, woof woof, Sooty,’ she shouted.

  ‘She seems to have forgotten he was a cat, she thinks he was a dog,’ Ethel whispered sadly. ‘I’ll have a brandy and get her one, as well. It’ll do her good to have a drink tonight.’

  Maureen did the honours.

  Kate Odder’s was only around the corner and even though Ethel’s arthritis was playing her up, they could easy walk it. Handing the drinks out, Maureen smiled. ‘Cheers, girls. To our Susan, eh?’

  Ethel lifted her glass. ‘To Susan.’

  ‘And Sooty,’ Gladys said.

  At Tommy’s say-so, he and James headed to The Bancroft. It was little Mickey Parks’s local pub and Tommy was determined to have a word with the piss-taking little bastard. He’d lent him £100 a couple of weeks ago and the cheeky fucker still hadn’t paid him back. Spotting him immediately, Tommy swaggered towards him.

  ‘Oi, Parksy. Where’s my fuckin’ mo
ney?’

  Looking sheepish, Mickey Parks dug his hands deep into his pockets. ‘I’ve only got thirty quid on me, Tom. Can I give you a score now and the rest next week?’

  Tommy told James to get the drinks in and ordered Mickey into the toilets. Slamming the door, he turned to him angrily. ‘Don’t take the fuckin’ piss out of me, yer cunt. If you’ve got the dough to stand in here pissing it up, then you’ve got the dough to pay me. I’ll give yer two days and if you ain’t got it back to me by Monday, I’m coming round your fuckin’ house. Don’t forget you’ve gotta give me one an’ a half back, that was the deal we had, remember?’

  Shit-scared, Mickey nodded. ‘I promise yer, Tom, I’ll get it to yer by Monday.’

  Tommy smiled as he re-entered the bar. He’d seen the fear on Parksy’s face, the mug. He’d get his money by Monday all right, and if he didn’t, he’d smash the little prick to fuck.

  Tommy dragged James over to the other side of the pub. There was a crowd of good-looking birds standing there and he fancied a bit of a laugh.

  ‘Good evening, ladies. I’m Tommy, this is my brother, James, and we’d like to buy you all a drink.’

  ‘Are you sure?’ asked the pretty one with the dark hair.

  Tommy winked. ‘Absolutely positive, sweetheart.’

  Susan felt like a rhinoceros as she walked towards the pub. She’d had no option but to wear black leggings and a baggy top yet again. Nothing else would bloody well fit her.

  ‘I wish I didn’t feel so fat and gross,’ she moaned to Kevin.

  Kevin cuddled her, ‘You look beautiful to me, Suze, and I’m the one that’s marrying yer.’

  Susan looked at him adoringly; the days of him treating her badly were long gone. He’d turned into the perfect boyfriend and she couldn’t wait to become his wife. She’d felt guilty earlier when he’d told her that most of his family wasn’t coming. ‘Word got around that it was you that glassed Joanne. Fuck ’em, it’s their loss,’ he assured her.