At the end they had so much on him that he couldn't move without their say-so. Not just what he'd done on his own account - there was stuff he'd done for them as well. His name was shit on both sides of the fence. So they came up with one more job, the big one. But they snared him in a honey trap, and when he found out, he was mad and armed and ready to kill.
Sharman, and Other Filth: the nastiest story you'll read this year, rubbing cheeks with a kaleidoscope of sin and substances and truckers' favourites from the casebook of Tulse Hill's own Nick Sharman...