Widows

Prologue

On a cold November morning a raid organised by Harry Rawlins went disastrously wrong.

The raiders at a given marker in the Strand Underpass were to hold up a security wagon. A bread truck would act as a block, and ramming vehicle, in front. As soon as the security wagon halted, three men following in a Ford Escort van would hold up the traffic behind at gun point. One man would, by using explosives, blow the side of the security wagon. Each man would fill the other’s haversack with money bags, running the last ten yards to the exit of the underpass to waiting getaway cars. The last man to leave the scene of the hold-up would wait until all three men had cleared the underpass. He would then drive off, meeting them in a pre-arranged hide-out.

The guards in the security wagon were completely unaware that they were sandwiched between raiders.

The police car giving chase to two young boys in a stolen car was also unaware that a raid was in progress. It was coincidence that the police, with siren wailing, followed the stolen ‘joy-ride’ car into the Strand Underpass.

The guards in the security wagon heard the police siren. The driver of the Ford Escort van turned for a split second to look behind him towards the noise of the siren. In that split second the security wagon slammed on its brakes. One of the raiders tried to warn their driver, but it was too late, the Ford Escort van careered into the back of the security wagon.

The explosives jerked out of the raider’s hand towards the driver’s seat.

The front of the van exploded like a time bomb.

A car following the raiders tried to brake but hit the

back of the van, locking the raiders’ exit doors.

The three men were trapped within their own vehicle. No one could reach them, no one could help them. The flames and smoke made it impossible for anyone attempting to wrench open the driver’s door. Then the petrol tank burst and seemed to blow what remained of the van apart.

The three men, trapped, were human torches, burning alive, and watched by horrified onlookers.

In the terrible confusion, no one noticed the masked man run from the bread truck. He watched for only a second, turned and ran back to the truck, then drove out of the underpass.

Eventually the screams of the dying men were silent.

The underpass was closed for the rest of the day as fire engines, police cars, and ambulances came and went. Later that night a tow truck removed what was left of the raiders’ van.

All three bodies had been taken to the morgue, but it was two days before they were officially identified as:

HARRY RAWLINS

His body had taken the full impact of the explosion. The upper part of his body was literally blown to pieces. The skull fragmented. Both legs charred down to the bone. However, still attached to a burnt and mutilated left forearm was a gold wristwatch. The inscription read ‘To Harry My Love’, the date was a blurred 1962.

JOE PIRELLI

Was identified by his dental records held at Scotland Yard.

TERRY MILLER

Identified by a thumb and forefinger print on his left hand. The only part of his body not burnt.

All three men were known criminals.

All three men had been married, these women were now widows.