Monday morning Paolo was in the office just before Tony.
“Why the fuck didn’t you answer your phone?” demanded Tony.
“I lost it. Had to buy a cheapo.”
“Well why the fuck didn’t you answer that one?”
“Security!” was all Paolo said, very cheekily and perhaps unwisely tapping the side of his nose. But he wasn’t concerned. He’d done a good job, on time, and felt buoyed up by that.
“So he’s dead, bastard Flaherty’s dead?”
“He sure is. Cut his neck!”
“Knife? Tony queried.
“Knife!” Paolo confirmed.
“So where’s my gun?”
“Threw it in the Thames. Security!” Paolo lied.
Peter Henderson over 5 years ago
Marvelous read Neville....many thanks.
Neville Hunt over 5 years ago
Thank you very much Peter. You can probably gather that I had a lot of fun writing them.