The car twisted and turned in the maze of back alleys and side streets which made the run-down red-brick industrial district feel like a mouldy spaghetti bolognese.

Soon they arrived at a crumbling, deserted warehouse. The police car was already there. No doubt 'Kenny' was inside waiting for them.

"OK Officer, time to get out"

Joe climbed out of the car and walked into the warehouse, the gun firmly embedded in his back. The sky was pitch black and the two cars were well hidden from the road.

And Joe had no idea about what was about to happen.