Delictous

Paolo drove Tony home at a modest pace, thinking that if he had a chance he would open up the sporty SUV on his return and give it a blast.

Stopping outside Tony’s house, Paolo couldn’t help but smile to himself as he spotted Franco’s van parked about thirty yards along the road. He thought the prospect of Tony finding Franco up to his nuts in Marcia hugely amusing.

“Come in,” invited Tony, more from gratefulness than politeness. Tony didn’t do polite.

“I’d best not. I’ll be back at three Tony.”

“OK, thanks.”

Tony headed for his gate. Paolo grinned.