LET’S BRING IN THE LITTLE SHIT.
“WHA’DO YOU RECKON?” HARRY RAWLINGS ASKED after describing the attacker to Marcus. “Sound like any of our Nasty Bastards?”
Marcus thought for a minute or two before answering. “Aye, this has got the smell of a Nasty Bastard, all right, that piece of shit who beats up his mother when she won’t give him money for the pub,” clicking his fingers in recognition, “Davidson. Adam Davidson, this has got his style written all over it, a vicious thug with form for a sex offence, a rapist and bully.”
“Aye, my thoughts exactly. Adam Davidson, let’s bring in the little shit and see what he’s got to say. I always hoped we’d come across him again, there’s unfinished business there, any man who hits his mother is no man in my eyes,” and Marcus could see the black, maniacal look cross Rawlings’s eyes; he’d have a job stopping Rawlings from punching out Adam Davidson this time if it turned out he had attacked his mother again or assaulted Maleha Patel.
Adam Davidson was the thug who raped Marjorie Grimes in her bed, slapped her about, and then tried to claim that the sex was consensual. The charming, loving son who hits his mother if she won’t or can’t give him money for drink.