Joey was Jimmy and he thought he'd outgrown the past.
But a slow wheel is turning and it's called comeuppance.
So Joey thought he'd left his past behind, had left Jimmy behind in effect. But if you bury anything, especially if you bury the truth, it's likely to stay in the ground only until some mutt comes along and digs it up.
Ricky Razors has found the truth and he's out there, knocking off the Wellington Hill boys one by one. But how long will it be before he realises that Jimmy is now Joey?
This tale is the first of two parts set in London's East End and has more twists and turns than the contents of a green box.
It's not so much about gangsters, as it is about one man's struggle to keep afloat while wearing the lead boots of the lower social class. It's about the conflict that arises from a clash of loyalties. The clash between the past and the present and which is easier to trade in - your honour or your history?
On the eststes, there's a lot of bad dudes with bad attitudes, and one by one they turn up on Joey's doorstep, all of them, wrecking balls for the old school.