A suspected gang leader was shot dead at Heathrow this morning. The hit was choreographed like a scene from a Guy Ritchie film. A floral delivery.
A bouquet of lilies. A silenced pistol nestled among the stems. The target, a 34-year-old man with ties to organised crime, was collecting a passenger when the gunman approached.
Three shots. Centre mass. The killer disappeared into the crowd.
No one saw a face. No one heard a scream above the din of departure boards. This wasn't random.
This was a message. A state-sanctioned killing? Unlikely.
The Met has its hands full with knife crime. More likely a settling of accounts. Power plays within the capital's underworld.
The airport's security perimeter was breached. A chilling thought for the Home Secretary. Expect questions in the House tomorrow.
Expect calls for a review of airport security. Expect nothing to change. The game continues.
