The man walked down the alleyway, wearing blue overalls and dirty work boots. He was heading to the nightshift at the docks.

The man was going to stop at the tea wagon on Victory Road and get a cup of tea to drink on the 30-minute walk down to the docks. ‘I will get a nice cuppa and smoke a couple of cigarettes on the way down to work’ - he thought to himself.

The man got to the end of the alleyway and checked his pockets, abruptly stopping on Victory Road - he had forgotten his cigarettes.

He turned around and headed back up the alleyway. He lived in a boarding house in the alley; a small room he rented for 50 shillings a month. It was nothing special - just a room and a bed.

The man walked up the alleyway and headed into the boarding house.

‘I forgot me smokes!’ - He said to the man sitting in the manager's office.

The man in the office smiled.

He went to his room and picked up his cigarettes and matches, and then headed back down to the alley.

The man tried again. He was going to get a cup of tea from the tea wagon on Victory Road and then head to work, down at the docks.

As the man was walking down the alleyway he could see a man jogging towards him. He must have been imagining, but the man looked like he had a gun.

Then the man heard someone shouting. They were shouting something about the police.

The man was confused. They must be shouting at the fellow with the gun.

They shouted again. They were shouting about armed police. They were shouting at the man with the gun to put his hands in the air.

The man was confused.

Then there was gunfire. Seven shots.

The man in the blue overalls was laying on the ground. He was dead.