Endless Night: Epilogue, the Fall of the House of Lawwell

That final glimpse of Purcell before the hood came down over his face will haunt me forever. We're all used to Lawwell locking up the sporting press until they're back on message but at least he lets them go eventually. With Purcell in the hands of the Spider and who knows what type of monsters those two mystery men were, who's to say we'll ever see him again? One thing's for sure, the party's over at Parkhead. No more multi-million handouts to the Spider in return for donations to Labour, no more VIP seats at home games, no more a lot of things. Everything's about to change and I wasn't the only one to think so. As Cosgrove and I waited around for things to calm down before we left, all the journalists sneaked away with their singed backsides to report on the latest in the tragic saga of Purcell; the Joker, the Piddler and Two Face all lurked off into the night having had their arses felt by Cosgrove; and Lawwell sat silently in the middle of the car park, the pilot light on his flame thrower flickering and casting the only shadows remaining at this dismal scene. Then he got up, said f*ck it and stormed off in his jeep.

Cosgrove and I looked at each other and shrugged and started to make off towards the Batmobile when who should lower themselves out of the trees but Graeme Souness with the Rangers 80s Squad Commandos and Donald Findlay.
'Just making sure everything went as planned, lads,' said Souness. 'See you around.'
Findlay just chuckled and lit his pipe and they all disappeared into the darkness.
'Did you know they were there?' I asked Cosgrove.
'No idea, but doesn't it make you feel safer knowing they were?' he asked.
'I'm not really sure about that,' I replied. 'I'm not really sure about that at all.'