feet in an instant and called to Baxter and Hall, ‘Let’s get moving.’ He ran out of the door. Hasim had already sliced through the stern line of the Linda Jones, and the stern itself was starting to swing out in the current. Omar had switched on the desk light under the awning, which automatically put on two lights on the prow, something Hasim had not expected.
‘What the hell do you bleeders think you’re doing?’ Billy Salter called, and Baxter and Hall started to run. Billy produced his Walther and fired in the air.
The three young men turned in alarm, and Sajid cried, ‘Let’s get out of here!’
But there was nowhere to run. The jetty extended for perhaps fifty feet beyond the Linda Jones, then stopped abruptly.
‘I’m nearly done here,’ Hasim told his friends. ‘Get on board, Sajid, and we’ll shove off.’
But this line was a hawser and much thicker, and Billy fired again, the dull thud of the silenced Walther sounding. ‘I’ll put you on sticks.’
He took careful aim and Hasim paused, picked up his baseball bat and backed away. ‘Come on then, let’s be having you.’
It was a brave but futile gesture. Omar jumped into the water and started to swim into the darkness, and Sajid ran at Baxter and Hall, flailing out at them with the baseball bat, catching Baxter on the shoulder. Hall blocked the blow aimed at him and wrenched the baseball bat from Sajid’s hand.
Behind them, Harry Salter was approaching, and Dillon and Holley stood in the doorway of the pub. Dillon said, ‘I think this could get nasty.’
He half ran across to the jetty and approached the men. Baxter and Hall had Sajid between them and Baxter was holding the baseball bat in the other hand.
‘Give it here,’ Harry said. ‘I could do with one of those. You okay, Joe?’
‘It could be worse. The young bastard didn’t break anything.’
‘Well, we’ll soon fix that. Hold out his left arm.’ Sajid tried to struggle, but it was no good. Baxter held him from behind, Hall extended the arm and the baseball bat descended.
Sajid cried out in agony and Harry said, ‘Now I think you’ll find that’s broken. Wapping High Street’s where you want to be, St Luke’s Hospital. They’ve got an excellent casualty department. Now get out of my sight.’
Dillon came up behind and Sajid stumbled past him, sobbing. Billy stood confronting Hasim, Walther extended. It made for a dramatic tableau, the deck lights from the Linda Jones, the darkness all around, some vessel passing in the distance, the river sounds.
Dillon said, ‘Do you think the other one will make it to the other side?’
‘I doubt it. I was the original river rat as a kid,’ Harry said. ‘I know the Thames backwards. Big tide tonight, four-knot current at least. Of course, he could also get run down by a boat out there.’ He grinned. ‘But I’m not concerned about him. Young punks getting up to a bit of aggravation is one thing, but my nose tells me there’s more to this than meets the eye.’
He moved up beside Billy and confronted Hasim, who crouched defiantly, the baseball bat ready to swing, ‘What’s your game?’
‘Go fuck yourself,’ Hasim snarled.
‘Don’t waste my time. I’m Harry Salter; everybody knows that. I own half of Wapping and you, you maggot, come along here and have a go at a boat I’ve spent thousands restoring. That isn’t your usual petty vandalism; it was a personal attack on me. So who put you up to it?’
‘I’ve told you what you can do.’
‘We’re wasting time here,’ Billy said. ‘Let me put a shot in his right kneecap. That should jog his memory.’
Hasim suddenly looked uncertain, but lengthened his double-handed grip on the baseball bat. Dillon pulled out his own Walther and shot the bat out of Hasim’s hand, who jumped back in alarm as it bounced on the cobbles of the jetty, rolling towards Harry, who picked it up, examined the splintered end and stood there, holding it.
‘Take him,’ he said.
Hasim made a sudden move as if to attempt to run past, Baxter tripped him, and he and Hall pulled him up between them. Billy and Dillon put their Walthers away and stood watching.
Harry said, ‘Somebody put you up to this, and I want to know who.’ Hasim spat at him, Harry took his handkerchief from his breast pocket and wiped his face. ‘Very nice that, isn’t it? I’ve had enough. Just hold out his right arm.’
Hasim went crazy, struggling in