Spider quite liked London winters; they made wearing thick bulky coats essential. It was always much harder to conceal a weapon under thin summer clothes. He liked the feel of the Browning 9mm, as its holster bumped into his side as he walked.
The army now used the Glock, but Spider had always had a thing about the Browning and he wasn't about to replace it. The bloody fuzz pestered him far too often for him to regularly carry a gun, but today was special; he was doing a favour for Ruby. Normally his much loved hand gun lived in a tin box, hidden under a lawn roller in his very grubby garden shed.
