Tony was particularly interested in a text from Terry’s wife Livia, who, surprisingly, hadn’t been injured because she had broken down at the very start of Terry’s funeral and had asked to be taken out of the church for air. Her son Luka had taken her out. It hadn’t seemed surprising to Tony back then, but now it did.
’Tony Darling. I’ve got to see you fast... without Terry - isn’t he dead? Tell me where you are.’
‘The fuck I will, bitch!’ Tony thought. ‘Why should I trust a cheating cow like you?’
Tony knew... because she’d cheated with him.