August, Circa 1964: it’s early morning, 7am.

You’re downstairs in the family living room when you near a light tapping on your front door. You get up from the sofa and walk down the hallway, you peek through the front door’s peep hole which reveals your brothers ‘Gaffa’ as he calls him. Reggie Kray.

Your brother has been involved with the Kray brothers for as long as you can remember so it’s not unusual for you to converse with the Kray brothers. Because you know him well by now you open the door.

He was around 6’4, dark earthy eyes, a sharp face shape and slicked brunette hair. He stood in a smart, well fitted suit with a smile that carried only a measured warmth. He was kind enough, despite the fact he was a total gangster.

He stood, arms folded and sizing you up. He wasn’t intimidating to you. Just cold…but you had a certain interest in men like that I suppose.

“Mm…hello, is your brother Frank here by any chance? Business.”