He came for a quiet chat.He left with a loud bang.Andrew Veniamin was a short man with a short fuse. A gunman with four scalps, he dropped in for a late lunch with his one-time idol, former heavyweight Mick Gatto, and bit off more than he could chew. The pair went into a corridor in the back of the restaurant but only Gatto walked out. Veniamin had been shot dead at point-blank range. A jury agreed it was self defence.Friends fall out. One ends up dead. Life goes on - for some.
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