No Fighting

The strong stench of alcohol, cheap perfumes and cigarettes hit him the moment he stopped the car at the address they were given.

It was still a late afternoon, but Mike was sure there were people in here who hadn't left the table since yesterday.

As usual, the front was some Chinese or Indian restaurant, in their case it was a Chinese one- and on the outside it was a relatively busy place where people went to have a few more shots after everything else closed and didn't want to go home yet or straight back to their wives after work.

On the inside and what was somewhere on the back- was the biggest illegal casino in London and of course -

that was the place where most of the money from this business was laundered.

It had been obvious Richard was laundering money, but now Michael was seeing it wasn't only with art and antiques. Casinos were less profitable sometimes, luckily- also more easier to deal with. It was one thing having to break the nose of a casino owner who