Bootlegged Angel - Mike Ripley

If I ever saw a real angel the chances are that I would be dead or perhaps having a near death experience. I like to imagine them as being beautiful men and women adorned with vast white wings and backlit with celestial white light. Perhaps a small cherub will float by on a cloud strumming a tune on their suspiciously small lyre. Imagine then your surprise is you met a bloke calling himself Angel that was driving a black cab. An aging, balding, cockney chancer who considers themselves a bit of an expert in the underworld of crime and vice. With a knowledge of crime and a knowledge of ‘The Knowledge’ Angel can freelance himself out as a off the books private eye. ...