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ago. Andrzej Malik never involved himself in anything apart from his work ever again. Zosia had been the only woman for him; the woman who had made his life.

    Once he’d completed his papers and he’d been accepted Andrzej took his son from Poland to the UK hoping to start anew.
    In the UK he had been lucky and had been able to build up a plumbing business, mostly through word of mouth.
    Over time, and when Janus was old enough, his son became a regular fixture as part of the new father and son team.
    Never a day went past without Andrzej feeling that his late wife was near to him. But he would not allow himself to think too deeply about this. The thought of her being somewhere near, but not with him, was a burden almost too much to live with.
    During these periods Andrzej pushed all thoughts of his late wife to the back of his mind, and focused harder on building a worthwhile legacy for his son.

Chapter Four
     
    Late Friday afternoon, Regent Scaffolding arrived in Hartingdon Road to complete their last job for the day. Jack, a burly man in his mid-fifties and Regent Scaffolding’s site supervisor, rang Andrzej Malik.
    “Mr Malik, before we start I just want to check we’re putting this up in the right place. It's the side of the 'ouse with the soil pipe isn't it?”
    “Yes, Jack. You are late aren't you?”
    “Been a bit busy, Mr Malik, and what with the new boy to train. Anyways,” Jack continued quickly, not wanting to give Andrzej Malik a chance to start his usual rant about timing and the like, “the diary says Friday afternoon, Mr Malik.”
    “I know that,” Andrzej Malik said.
    “Well it's Friday afternoon,” Jack reiterated.
    “Thanks, Jack,” Andrzej Malik sighed. “The side with the soil pipe, yes.”
    “Okay, just checkin'.” With that final confirmation Jack hung up the phone.
    Two hours later Regent Scaffolding had finished assembling the structure on the side of the house and not before time, it was dark now.
    Jack wouldn't have allowed his crew to go on any later; putting up scaffolding at that time of night was a fool’s game.
    As they were loading their tools on to the truck a light fine rain began to fall.
    “Thank goodness we finished now,” Jack said to another member of the crew, “I thought they said it was going to be a clear night tonight.”
    “Think you're right, Jack,” came the reply, “fawt they said it was going to be frost or summin'.”
    “Come on, Tom,” Jack said turning to the new boy, “you up for a beer with the lads?”
    Tom grinned and nodded enthusiastically, all thought of collecting the crew’s spare toolbox instantly leaving his head.
    “Up for a beer lads?” Jack called to the rest of the crew.
    With a resounding “yeah” the scaffolding crew and Tom got into the truck and drove off to their regular watering hole.
    ***
    The rain cleared and the night's temperature plummeted, freezing the drizzle on to the metal piping of the scaffold.
    As the evening wore on the temperature fell still further and gradually the illuminations of Southend's night clubs lit up, signalling the start of party time.
    Soon crowds of party goers started to descend on the town's night clubs relishing the idea of lager, lads, a late night and ladettes, not forgetting the sounds and vodka shotz.
    Party time ebbed to a close and people began to trickle from the clubs. Two of the party goers, Jason and Darren, staggered from one of the clubs and crossed Lucy Road, into the car park opposite, not really sure which direction they were going in.
    “That was mad wern't it?” Jason enthused.
    “Real mad,” Darren agreed. “You got anything?”
    “Nah, man,” after a slight pause Jason added, “well just a bit, it's gotta last me the weekend. I don't get paid 'til Monday.”
    “What is it?” Darren asked.
    “Just a bit of skunk, man,” he said.
    “Go on man, light up a ting,” Darren cajoled.
    They'd cleared the car park and were walking in the direction of the now