Book Description

There have been many versions of who, why and how, regarding events which took place on the night of the 6th December 1995, in Rettendon, Essex. The death of three men is all that is certain. They were notorious, violent and professional criminals. And they died on a lonely and deserted farmers track. In the middle of nowhere, unarmed. These are the only elements of the event, which are universally accepted. Two men are serving life on scant evidence. The convicted proclaim their innocence, yet appeal has been denied, or manoeuvred from grasp. Conspiracy theories are rife. Several films and a few accounts have clawed their way into existence; to be portrayed as factual accounts of the event. Fact or fiction, perhaps no longer relevant in the unforgettable and alluring story about the untimely demise of the gentlemen in question. Pat Tate, Craig Rolfe and Tony Tucker. They are dead, somebody knows why and how. They aren't talking. The legend, perhaps best, now becomes a fable. Corporal William Handley served in the Falklands war. A member of the legendary 22 Special Air Service regiment. D Squadron, Mountain Troop. It is not a forever career. He can't do Civvy Street. He joins the Metropolitan Police. Perhaps they should have turned him away. Someone in Special Branch thinks otherwise. Bill's career is nothing out of the ordinary. No spectacular rise through the ranks. Just a steady bloke, eventually becoming a sergeant in the Criminal Investigation Department. Out of a uniform, but not really. Hollywood's in Romford, the first big door for Tony Tucker. Not long before the bright lights of Bas Vegas, a few miles along the Southend Arterial beckon. More sensibly referred to as Basildon by Essex Police. Tucker and Tate's organisation and muscle grows rapidly. Fuelled by steroids, ecstasy and fast easy money. Essex is partying, the Essex Boys are cashing in. The power struggles spill out onto the street. Eventually getting the attention of the serious organised crime team. Trouble is the Essex Boys are always one step ahead. They're learning fast, got inside help. No one has the bottle to break ranks, give evidence. They pair have earned the right to step back from front line work. Not going down for a large possession, when there are so many mules to do the work for them. Eventually, if you push hard enough. There's going to be collateral. Any firefight, it's a given. The wrong person will go down, an innocent. It had all gone too far. They didn't care. They were too busy looking at the next big bit of work. This time they were helping themselves to someone else's prize. They had their eye off the ball. It was just a quick look, then on to dinner.