Finding Terry Boot hadn’t been hard. There was a small, pokey cafe bar opposite Birmingham Central Bus station called The Kerryman. It was nominally an Irish-themed bar, but the only Irish that came in here were the rough gypsies looking for a crooked bet, or a good scrap, on a Saturday night. The rest of the patrons were generally low-life's and down-and-outs, and the staff were hired seemingly for their freedom from the restraints of common manners and courtesy.