After Paolo despatched Terry to enjoy whatever promises were in his promised land, cleaned up any small signs of spilt blood, which, due to his technical skills, were few, and laid Terry neatly in the car boot, he sent Terry’s text to Tony. Paolo smiled at Tony’s predictable repeated attempts to speak to Terry. Then he switched off Terry’s phone and removed the SIM card. Job done.
Then Paolo visited Terry’s home gym for some heavy weights that had pumped their last iron.
Tony called Paolo, almost speechless.
“Terry’s gone fucking AWOL! Get to Heathrow and stop him flying out!”