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lift himself up.
    Darren held the tools out in front of him puzzling over what to do. Then he laughed stuffing them into his jacket pockets. Slowly he made his way up the icy scaffolding.
    Once he had reached the penultimate platform before the top he looked down at Jason. “See. It's easy, man,” he called out, and as soon as he had uttered the words the planks he was standing on shifted suddenly. The structure slipped a fraction. Darren grabbed hold of one of the uprights and fortunately the platform stopped moving.
    “Okay. Are you ready?” Darren called to his mate on the ground, totally oblivious to what had just nearly happened.
    “Yeah. Ready when you are,” Jason called back.
    Darren removed the tools from his pocket and started to undo the bolts which held the upper most walkway in place.
    He pulled and tugged at the poles but nothing shifted. Darren moved along the wooden boards trying the same thing again and again on different joints holding the piping fast. Still he could not shift any of the metal tubes from their fixings.
    After Darren had tried the whole tier above him, and with no luck whatsoever, he decided he'd had enough. This was not going to be the way to make some easy money.
    Edging his way slowly back along the platform he made one final attempt at freeing the scaffold's tubing. The fixings seemed to unscrew easily enough but nothing was going to give him what he was after.
    Giving up he started to make his way down. Once on the bottom level he jumped to the ground, throwing the tools he had found into the nearby hedge.
    “Hey Jay,” Darren said, “think I'm going t' have t' find another way to get you the money. You skinning up another?”
    “Yeah,” Jason sighed, “Let’s get out of here first, though.”
    They walked from the base of the scaffolding out of the property's front gate and made their way back over the wall of the cul-de-sac.
    “You git,” said Jason, when they were on the main road. “You said you'd find a way to score.”
    “Jay, don't worry. I'll get enough money to score for this weekend.”
    The friends wandered around aimlessly eventually deciding the seafront would be a good place to go to finish Jason's stash.

Chapter Five
     
    It was Saturday morning and Andrzej Malik turned his van into Hartington Road. He had started that much earlier so he could make sure everything would be completed by the end of the day. It was also bloody cold. Andrzej Malik consoled himself with the fact that it would have been much colder in Poland if he’d been out on a job there at this time of year.
    Andrzej mentally cursed his son for not being available. He could really have done with the help and as Janus was not here he was certain that he would need the whole day to complete the job.
    He didn't think that Janus turning up some time around one p.m. would really help at all; he would have finished all the heavy shifting the job required by then.
    Andrzej unloaded his toolbox from the van; he’d kept this particular toolbox since winning his first contract in the UK, it was a totem for him. He dumped the toolbox next to one of the vertical poles of the scaffold.
    Returning to his van he took a ladder from its roof, then carrying it through the gate to his client’s property, he positioned it against the first tier of the wooden and metal structure Regent Scaffolding had installed for him.
    Finally he collected a long rope from the back of the van and tied it to the lid of his toolbox; there was no way that he would be climbing the ladder with a toolbox in hand. He'd learnt from previous experience that this attitude was one for the suicidal, two hands were always better than one when climbing.
    Andrzej climbed the ladder to the first level of the platform, reeling out the rope as he did so. The scaffolding moved a fraction as he climbed, but this had happened on previous occasions and it didn't mean that much, this type of structure had to settle.
    He reached out for one of the