Sowerbutt pushed open the door of the shabby room in the large Georgian house not far off East India Dock Road in Poplar. Shiny, the veteran of countless rowdy Blackshirt meetings during the 1930s, lay sprawled on his back across the cheap carpet, the congealing red stripes across his once white shirt were evidence of a savage knife attack. Sowerbutt did not claim to be any sort of super sleuth, but even the local stoppers would work out that Shiny had opened the door of the bedsit and then brutally paid the fatal price. The loyal member of the Family, who had always had a good word for everybody, had not been given a chance.
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