It was An Accident: Volume 2 (Nicky Burkett, 2, Band 2) - Softcover

Cameron, Jeremy

Softcover

ISBN 10: 190844634X ISBN 13: 9781908446343

Verlag: Hope Road, 2015

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Nicky Burkett, still incarcerated at the end of Vinnie Got Blown Away, is released onto the streets of Walthamstow in It Was An Accident. He wants to go straight. Noreen wants him to go straight and she won’t go near him if he doesn’t. He tries. But events and people conspire against him.

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Jeremy Cameron (1947-2023) was a writer, walker, probation officer, sportsman, and Union official. He was born in Norfolk, and returned to his beloved West Acre upon his retirement from the Probation Service in Walthamstow, North East London.He is best known for his crime fiction books, including It Was An Accident, the second book in the Nicky Burkett series, which was adapted into a film starring Chiwetel Ejiofor and Thandiwe Newton.Throughout his life, Jeremy embarked on some very, very long walks. Most notable in recent years was his walk (at the age of 62 and suffering from a heart condition) from Hook of Holland to Istanbul, which he wrote about in Never Again. In his words, never again would he "do anything quite so stupid." After which he set off to walk around all the places in England beginning with the letter Q.Jeremy died in 2023 - it was an accident.

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It Was An Accident ...

By Jeremy Cameron

HopeRoad Publishing

Copyright © 1996 Jeremy Cameron
All rights reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-908446-34-3

CHAPTER 1

Time used to be you got out of nick eight o'clock went round the corner got a bit of breakfast.

These days more likely you got out half past nine fifty miles out of town some gaff up Sheppey middle of winter. Some bird picked you up you got lucky.

Me I got out Wandsworth middle of the morning not a café in sight. Cross the street wait half an hour on a bus up Tooting. Strange no Roller sitting there no TV camera not even the Walthamstow Guardian.

Down Tooting they never even sold the Guardian. Got a Mirror. I already passed my gear out on visits only got a bag. Jacket went out of style three years ago, haircut was Vidal Convict. Looked a right tosser me, reckoned everyone on the fucking tube clocked me.

Got the tube out of Tooting Bec up Euston. Got lost there, geezers giving it shove everywhere. You shoved a geezer in nick meant plenty agg, you got one over the bonce in the recess. Round Euston though it seemed you took no notice.

I got the Victoria up the front. Twenty minutes later Walthamstow Central.

I went up the stairs, escalator still not working. No ticket collector, one bleeding time I got a ticket I never needed it. Out in the rain. Went 'All right' to Terri worked the flowers. Clocked around the skyline, never recognised half of it. Buildings gone, buildings come. Boozer was still there over the road though so reckoned to get a fucking pint of lager.

Jesus they doubled the damage.

Got the pint anyway, went and sat down the corner for a think. It was eleven o'clock. Reckoned I got to go up Mum's, get round Kelly's see Danny the kid, maybe put it up Kelly celebrate getting out, see a few mates. Make myself busy. Felt like it get round Grosvenor Park Rd and sign on, give them the green form and order some dosh. Took about a year so start right off.

I sipped the lager and beadied round the punters. Never knew no geezer. They still clocked me funny. Never fancied that boozer anyway except Friday nights it was always good for a rucking.

Then would you believe it a heavy mitt came down my shoulder. Jesus I near as hit the ceiling and shit myself the same time. Nicked already and I only came out two hours!

'Morning Nicky.'

'Fuckin' Nora what'd I do?'

'Nothing Nicky you ain't done nothing. Just a chat. Buy you a half?'

'Ain't that just typical you fucking geezers George? Been away four fucking years and you buy me a half!'

'Glass is almost full Nicky.'

'Won't be I empty it.'

'All right I'll buy you a pint when you empty it. Mind if I sit down?' He sat down. First person let on to me after doing my time had to be George my warrant officer. Fucking couldn't owe any fines yet surely.

'How you feeling Nicky?'

'Fucking great. Get out done my bird, come out the Central don't recognise nowhere don't know no-one, go down the boozer quiet pint of lager first geezer clocks on to me got to be a fucking pig. Fucking great.'

'Don't be like that Nicky.'

'Knew the time I got here or what George?'

'Got a fair idea. Rang the nick this morning. They told me you got a travel warrant up Walthamstow. Then they told me the time you got out.'

'Ain't you got no villains to feel George, no-one not paid their parking fines you got to beat up in the cells? Didn't you ought to be throwing them in the wagon up court this time of day?' George always hit you on the warrants first off like seven in the morning. Reckoned he always came that time knew he got a cup of tea. Sometimes stayed on a bit of breakfast. One time he paid one of my fines on the hush, knew I was a kid got no dosh, felt sorry for me.

'On holiday a couple of days Nicky.'

'Funny fucking holidays spend it hanging round Walthamstow Central. They closed down Tenerife?'

'Wanted to see you Nicky. You got a moment?'

'Fuck all else.'

'Wanted to get a chat with you Nicky. They reckoned I was the best person to approach you like.'

'I got it. I owes you 50p still outstanding my last fine.'

'Nothing like that Nicky. All your fines got cleared up years ago son. We lodged them like when you went away. No I've got a sort of a proposal for you Nicky.'

'Bit of business? Piece of work? Want me retail the gear they got up Chingford nick? Bit of blow, few electricals? Leave it out George I mean do me a favour.'

'Nothing like that Nicky. You know I'm only a warrant anyway. And I'll thank you not to talk about my Chingford colleagues like that.'

Nearly made me throw up my lager.

'Nicky there's some people in the force who reckoned you might be able to help them with a proposal.'

'Fucking roll on George I reckon I might be brassick only I ain't a fucking grass yet. Anyway I thought they done away with the Regionals and their big dosh years past?'

'Nicky you got to understand. I'm just here to help out like an intermediary. You know me I never get involved in all that stuff. Matter of fact,' he stared in his beer, 'I never even wanted to get involved this far. You and me we go way back, eh Nicky? You were always straight with me, I was straight with you.'

'True enough George.' Arrested me fifteen times still expected his cup of tea. When our Sharon got her kid and no dosh there was George brought a pram round reckoned his family never wanted it any more.

'Only I said I'd talk to you, make the introductions if you wanted.'

'Sort of a fence like. This don't hardly seem to get no better George.'

He cleared his throat just going to think up his affidavit and that. Only then there was a major interruption. Just the most beautiful bit of tit in Walthamstow was all, walked in the door like it was the palace.

'Fucking Noreen!' I went.

'Hello Nicky, all right?' she went.

'Fucking roll on Noreen what you doing here?'

'That's not a very nice reception now Nicky is it?' Only she was cackling. Only fucking Noreen Hurlock, Ricky Hurlock's big sister worked up British Airways, smartest bit of tart you ever clocked. Bleeding beautiful. Then she probably got a geezer and eight kids since I went away. Funny I never asked about her on visits. Never wanted to hear I reckon.

'You got a geezer and eight kids since I went away Noreen or you still available?'

She cackled again. 'Don't change do you Nicky? I've been sent here like a messenger, find you and take you somewhere.'

'Jesus there's two messengers now. Meet George my warrant.'

'Hello Mr Marshall all right?' she went. Never got him professional George she was straight as a ruler that Noreen and all her family, probably knew him up the badminton club or some shit.

'Hello Noreen luv all right?'

'I got to take you somewhere. There's people waiting to show you something Nicky.'

'Jesus I reckoned they all forgot me now I got out. Have to get round Mum's Noreen say all right.'

'Then there's your Danny with Kelly.'

'You got to remind me.' Whenever I tried to get on the subject of Noreen and me like having a bit, then she always had to mention the case of me being a daddy. Seemed to reckon there was a connection. She looked a bit older now Noreen only fuck me still got the same shape, not sagging anywhere.

'You sure you ain't got no kiddies while I been away Noreen? Ain't you working today you got the elbow?'

She cackled. 'Matter of fact I got promoted Nicky only I took a day off today see you get out.'

'Jesus you never gave me half a piece of boiled yam before Noreen. You ain't got...

Details zur Ausgabe

• Verlag: Hope Road
• Erscheinungsdatum: 2015
• Sprache: Englisch
• ISBN 10: 190844634X
• ISBN 13: 9781908446343
• Einband: Taschenbuch
• Anzahl der Seiten: 228
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