Jack is the man you call when you need something “cleaned up” in Soho, but don’t expect him with a mop and bucket. At 60, Jack has carved out a unique niche as Soho’s most reliable fixer—a self-employed “cleaner” who’s as respected by the police as he is by the underworld figures he quietly supports. His work is far from ordinary, and whether it’s tidying up loose ends for a client or smoothing over a delicate situation, Jack knows how to handle a job swiftly, leaving no trace behind.

Jack’s presence is as unyielding as his reputation. Broad-shouldered and solidly built, he walks the streets of Soho with a measured, unhurried confidence. His piercing blue-grey eyes miss nothing, lending him a gaze that’s both watchful and unrelenting. Dressed in a sharp, understated grey suit, he blends seamlessly into Soho’s backdrop, yet there’s an unmistakable authority in his square jaw and the subtle lines of age that add gravity to his face. His hair, mostly grey with traces of its original darkness, is always combed back neatly—a look that’s both classic and commanding.

Though he’s a man of few words, Jack’s reputation does all the talking. He’s the one people call when the stakes are high and discretion is paramount, known for handling situations that others wouldn’t dare touch. His network spans both sides of the law, with criminals and police alike seeking his services. And while his work may not be public, everyone in Soho knows that Jack’s not a man to cross—those who’ve tried have quickly learned the cost.

Jack’s approach is as polished as his appearance: controlled, methodical, and ruthlessly efficient. He’s built his business on discretion and loyalty, a rare blend in Soho’s underbelly. In a world that thrives on chaos, Jack is the calm at its centre, cleaning up whatever mess Soho throws his way.