Boris and arsenal - a secret tryst?

[snotface]

A regular customer of mine when I used to drive a minicab was an elderly small-time criminal with the unusual name of Dexter, who had spent more of his adult life inside than out. He knew the Krays in the sixties and admitted that it was no fun getting on the wrong side of them. He owed them a bit of money once and next time he saw them Reggie asked him all innocently, 'Seen Jack lately, have you, Dex?' About a week earlier the twins had lured Jack 'The Hat' McVitie into a basement and knifed him to death. Duly put on notice, Dex promised to pay what he owed asap. He told me he spent the next few nights getting up from bed every few minutes to make sure all was clear outside.

Dexter was not the sharpest tool in the box and nor, it seemed, were some of his accomplices. I heard a funny story in the cab office. Wearing masks, he and an associate held up a petrol station one night, one emptying the till while the other pointed a gun at the terrified cashier. When they were done, the accomplice said, 'Okay, Dex, let's go.' Great was their surprise when the police turned up at Dexter's flat a short while after, just as they were counting out the takings on the floor.