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“This is all so mental,” Zofia said, pouring him a pint of lager from the wrong side of the bar. “Do you think this has something to do with the brawl on your sister’s birthday? You think it was the Faulkners who shot your sister’s window?”
“I have no doubt.” Tony accepted the beer she placed on the table in front of them. “It has to be them, unless of course the Bowmans have lots of families they’ve pissed off? What am I saying? It could’ve been anyone.”
Zofia chuckled. “They’re not exactly the most popular family in the world, are they?”
He’d had enough of talking about the Bowmans. When he’d arrived a few hours earlier, the pub was buzzing with talk of the shooting in Sultan Road, like they were discussing a scene in an action movie. The difference: this was real, and his mum and
