Paolo’s loot
Standing in the ladies’ room with Paolo and Mr P., I began to feel annoyed. My usual panic attack was climbing up my ankles. Mr Pindar and I leaned against the door, while Paolo, sitting on the toilet bowl, rummaged around in the wall cavity.
‘Take this,’ he said, passing me an envelope.
‘What’s this?’
‘Viagra. So far, you don’t need it. But a pill or two would surely be useful to your friend behind you,’ he said, bursting out laughing.
‘Keep your mind on the job, asshole,’ Pindar said, ‘I’m still proud to have erections as hard as wood!’
‘Ooh, here we go … I’ve found them!’
Paolo took out another two packages, each wrapped in newspaper. ‘Gentlemen,’ he said, peeling off the paper, ‘here we have two treasures: Smith & Wesson model 986. With a two-and-a-half-inch barrel,
