'Yet'

"Fens?" Tony questioned. "Where the fuck's that?"

"Up beyond Cambridge. The flat place with the river they sent us after Terry. Where they found the body. It's called The Fens."

"Oh!" exclaimed Tony, whose mind was whirring. "Shaun! Fucking Shaun! I'll kill that Irish fucking bastard. Never should have let him in. He's a fucking crook!"

"Steady on Tony!" Paolo's voice of caution and reason belied his feeling of huge amusement inside. And pride! He knew how Tony worked and was working him. "Let's not jump to any conclusions... yet."

Paolo knew that the 'yet' had made up Tony's mind.