Chapter Five
They were all bundled into an old Trabant; Gorilla was driving, with Peter and Katy in the back seat. He told them they were driving to collect his back-up car which was parked up on the route back to Berlin.
“What happened to Vogel?” asked Gorilla.
“There was a fight, he was shot,” said Peter, shooting a glance at Katy.
“Is he dead?” asked Gorilla casually, his eyes never leaving the road.
“I… I don't know,” admitted Peter.
“It was me who shot him, Dad,” said Katy quietly.
Gorilla gave her a hard look in the rear view mirror. “Are you okay, love?”
Katy nodded. “I'm fine, he deserved it. He was a pig, but no, I don't think he's dead. I shot him in the shoulder, I think he passed out.”
Gorilla grunted and shrugged. It was immaterial now, anyway. He would deal with that
