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Two minutes to go. He'd been blackmailed into this. The safety of his family was at stake. Just keep him at the table.

Morris smiled weakly at Stephens, taking a sip of wine as he perused the menu.
'If it's alright with you, I might pop to the toilet' his business colleague said.
Morris' eyes widened. No, not now!
'Well...what should I order for you if the waitress comes?'
'Good point...let me see that menu again'
Morris looked behind Stephens and saw the smartly dressed man enter the restaurant.
The man who was carrying the gun, intent on killing Stephens.

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