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"Who knew Felix Marr?" by Paul Kelly, is a book which has been in his mind for many years and has now finally made it's way to paper. It is a fiction mystery about one particular person, telling the tale of a boy growing up on the streets in Glasgow, who is taken in by a kindly woman starting a care home. Felix grows up the only way he can, by surviving however he has too...

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Publié par	Andrews UK
Date de parution	18 juillet 2014
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781783337262
Langue	English

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WHO KNEW FELIX MARR?
A fiction mystery story about one particular person
Paul Kelly

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Who Knew Felix Marr?
Published in 2014 by Andrews UK Limited
www.andrewsuk.com
This book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, resold, hired out or otherwise circulated without the publisher’s prior written consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published, and without a similar condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser.
The characters and situations in this book are entirely imaginary and bear no relation to any real person or actual happening.
Copyright © Paul Kelly 2014
The right of Paul Kelly to be identified as author of this book has been asserted in accordance with section 77 and 78 of the Copyrights Designs and Patents Act 1988.

Introduction
This is the story about a fourteen year old boy who THOUGHT he might even be fifteen or even older and he lived on the streets of Glasgow. He never had any parents that he knew of and had been brought up in a Home that was organized by a woman who could not have children and wanted to start a care home of her own. She had five children with whom she cared for and Felix Marr was one of those children. He had no faith; no God and no beliefs of any kind other than to survive, regardless of how he had to live in order to survive and that meant that everything and everyone was on this earth just to give him satisfaction...

Chapter One
Glasgow -1953
I watched him carefully and tried to avoid letting him see that I could tell what he was after, but I was saying nothing. He was a police officer and this was a police station, but that was nothing new to me.
I had been in this situation many times before and I sat in silence as what I had in mind was MY BUSINESS... It did not concern any other person, but this bloody policeman was agitated to know what I had in mind and I knew that. He twisted his fingers and sucked his jaws, thinking that I would speak, but the bugger was in for a big shock if he thought I was gonna plead guilty.
“How old are you?” he asked and I used the ‘normal reply and said.”NO COMMENT” as this was my usual answer when I didn’t want to reply and I could see him sigh to let me know that he was used to this sort of reply, but I smiled at him and I could see the anger in his eyes. There was no way I was gonna move from where I was sitting unless he shoved handcuffs on me or dragged me off by the scruff of the neck. I just wished that I could have read his mind and then I would have been able to do something, but I am ‘human’ I am not a bloody robot and there was no way I could see into the future or what another person was thinking, but I waited for him to go from the interview room as I badly needed a piss and with a click of his fingers he concluded the interview and I was able to relieve myself, but hardly had I come out of the bog than he was there again with more questions and I thought we had finished with all that.
“I need your full name and address and I don’t want no buggerin’about, Do you understand?” he barked.
I listened, but I thought it best on this occasion to reply to his request and I wondered if I should give him a true answer or make out that I was Barry Manilow... but I thought it best to do as he asked and I hollered the information that he asked for as if I was indeed a bloody robot.
“Betty Boop,” I screamed “address unknown”... and he held his hands to his ears, but before he scribbled something down on a piece of paper that was lying on his desk, within minutes a woman came into the room and scrutinized me so carefully that I thought she must be another police officer and I smiled at her.
“Don’t be so bloody smug,” she said and turned her back on me as she went through some papers on the desk. She fumbled though these as if she didn’t know what she was looking for but I thought I could give her a suitable smile and I said to her, “We could get to know each other somewhat better if you like,” and she turned to face me with a blank look on her face as she closed her eyes.
“Dry up sonny or I’ll tell your mother that you have been a very naughty boy.” she snapped but that only made me angry and I told her the only way she would be able to talk to my mother was if she went to the local graveyard and with that, she turned to the other male officer beside her and muttered something which I could not understand but then as she left the room, the other officer told me to ‘clear off’ but the way he told me was a little different as he told me to ‘fuck off’ and he told me that his name was Harrington... SERGEANT Harrington, he emphasised and that he would remember me for a very long time and if it hadn’t been for that lady superintendent Wilkinson, he would have had me thrown into a prison cell without the slightest hesitation.
Apparently it was she who found me to be not guilty of the theft that had been reported from a local hotel. Well, you have to eat, haven’t you and where else can you go if you don’t have no dosh?
I left the prison offices and went straight to the ‘Angel’ pub for a beer where I immediately met Charlie, a guy I had seen before and had talked to him in the supermarket when I was looking for something to eat... and he told me that he belonged to a gang and I was very interested to know more... especially if their members got a place to live and where they could eat...
“Is the meeting the same time as usual?,” I asked as if I had knowledge of the times the gang would meet and he nodded but I really didn’t expect an answer from Charlie as I wasn’t yet initiated into the gang and I wanted to become a full member as soon as possible, as life for me on my own was hard. I had no place to live and no place to eat or sleep... but I had met Charlie a few times and I knew he was in a gang but he only spoke when he wanted something to eat or drink... The gang was meeting at 7.30 that evening and I felt sure that as they would have expected that I would have been in prison, no-one expected me to be there, but I was full of the best intentions and NOTHING would stop me meeting with the gang. That was my life and that is what I wanted it to be. I needed some money, so I looked around to see if there was any to be found. I never ever had a problem getting money before and I didn’t expect one now, but I was lucky.
She must have been about seventy odds I would have thought, but she went down like a light and her pension was intact as I took the purse from her pocket. I knew the police would find her eventually at some time or another and if she was still breathing, well that would be O.K. No harm done... but if she wasn’t breathing, well so be it... Life was like that.
I looked around for somewhere to eat and found a rather nice little café quite near the police station where a young blonde smiled at me as I went in. I thought she looked very nice but a wee bit ‘showey’ for my taste, with long dangling earings and more than enough make up, but it didn’t matter greatly to me as I knew she was just another waiting to be fucked and I was more interested in eating, but what did surprise me was another visit from the silent Charlie where he stuck his fingers in the air and tried to give me some sort of a message and I asked him to tell me more, but he simply shook his head and stuck out his tongue, but I didn’t know what he was talking about and so I decided I would go to the meeting at 7.30 that evening.
It was something I desperately wanted to do and I was going to do it at all costs. Charlie tried to put me off by telling me that it would cost me ‘millions’ to get started, but I found out later from Angus that Charlie was always jealous of anyone who came into the gang as a new member and so I ignored what he had told me. Anyway it sounded ridiculous for anyone to pay ‘millions’ to get into a gang when gangs were always known to be AFTER money and not giving it away.

Chapter Two
There were only four at the meeting and I only knew one of them, Frankie Balliter and he had changed a lot since I last saw him. He had shaved his head and had two jewels in his ears apart from his earings which looked like pearls. I asked Frankie what he was up to lately and his reply was a quick up and down jerk of his wrist and I knew that meant that he had plenty of sex, but with Frankie it could have been a man or a woman or even a camel. You learnt not to ask for details, but sometimes with the look on Frankie’s face you could get a good idea if what he did have was satisfactory or not. He grunted something to me which meant that he would be in the pub later that evening after the meeting. You see, with the gang... sign language was very important and we would often use that when the police ever questioned us. It was either ‘NO COMMMENT’ or absolute silence... Not even an expression of guilt or innocence. Let the buggers decided for themselves... The police never ever made a mistake... or so they have so often told us. I went to the pub that evening and I was pleased to see that we had more guys in the gang than I had ever seen before and what was even more interesting was the sight of not only one girl, but THREE... One of them called herself SHEBA and I thought that was a funny name for anyone. Perhaps she considered herself to be a queen of some sort, but she was at least eighteen stone in weight, with an arse like an elephant and tits down to her naval, with a tattoo on her arm that looked like a figure 7, but she was as coarse and as brazen as she appeared with Pongo, one of the leaders of the gang approached her at the bar and asked her what she could give him as he touched her bottom and the reply she gave him made us all think