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  Chapter 19

  Michael Darcy.

  Over the years, Michael Darcy had managed to survive keeping himself out of major trouble with the law.

  However, during this time he had always blamed his Mother for what had and was still happening to him. Constantly thinking of reprisals for the life he had been thrown into, and of the brutality he had constantly experienced.

  It had all lead to a rather large grudge being carried around in his head, against his Mother. Blaming her for all he had been through, and cheated of. That ruled his every day thoughts and long-term plans. During all that time, nobody had ever told him the truth about where he had come from, and who his parents were.

  Just like his Mother, as soon as he was 16 years old he ran away, and dropped off the radar. Somehow, he must have kept out of trouble because there is no record of him anywhere. Although, later officials came up with the idea that he might have changed his name. Not officially as there is no record, but just started referring to himself by another name, whenever he was asked. Using the system is relatively easy to get away with it, as not many people ask for identity. The most usual one is a driving licence, and not everybody drives.

  It eventually started to drag him down, to such a point that he visited a local library, and went on line to try and find out information about his Mother. It was not easy, and took a couple of days and several hours. He eventually found the correct department that dealt with foster children. However, his answers where not going to be easily gained, as there were several forms to be filled in, and sent to their head office.

  When his reply finally arrived, it informed him that he had to visit a local office for a personal chat. Explaining that information like he was trying to obtain, was not handed out lightly, to anybody. However, if he adhered to certain condition, and he was entitled to know that sort of information, they might be able to help.

  Came the day when he wasted no time in arriving on time at the Foster Children's office. Where it was explained to him who his Mother was, and of where he was born. Although on his birth certificate it did not list his Father, which is why he was named Michael Darcy. The last known address they had of his Mother was Christian Street Whitechapel, London.

  Amongst the folder of papers, they had on Michael was a photo of his Mother taken a few years earlier. Upon requesting a copy, it was obliged along with another of Michael taken when he was about five years old.

  Michael was determined to try and meet up and confront his Mother, but his biggest problem now was trying to find her. His only clue was that she might still be in the Whitechapel area.

  After a month of searching Michael was still convinced that she was in the Whitechapel area.

  While walking past the 'Greyhound' pub late one evening he noticed a couple leaving, and the alarm bells in his head started ringing. After just one glance he was sure that it was her. Although he had no idea who she was with. However, he decided to follow them, so he dropped back and slowed up his walk.

  When eventually they stopped outside a terraced house, Michael also stopped, pretending to tie up his shoelace. To his amazement after just a few minutes of chat, and a quick kiss they parted company. The guy turned and walked back towards him, and passed bye. To carry on along the road back towards the pub. While Michael took note of the address.

  The next day, he visited the local library and wasted no time in getting on line to search the phone directory. Hoping to find the name of a person living in Christian Street Whitechapel.

  Sure enough, there she was, and yes, he was convinced that he had just seen his long-lost Mother, because she was still using her maiden name. At least she had never married.

  During the next few days he watched and followed her on several occasions, not sure what he might do next. He wanted to meet up with her, and if possible on his terms, but could not make up his mind how to go about it.