Phil put on his dressing gown and picked up his mobile. Dot woke at the sound of his voice and watched him sleepily.
Phil stared from the window as he talked. As he looked out over the front lawn he wondered if he was in the cross hairs of the sniper"s rifle sights. But he knew it was unlikely. As Harry had said, the guy wanted money not dead bodies. "Morning, Clive… Fine morning it is too. How"s my lovely boy?… Take good care of him… See you at the gallops." He rang off.
"One day I"ll wake up and there"ll be a b****y horse at side o" me," Dot said grumpily.
He scowled at her. "Been watching too many movies." A recurring thought struck him. He gave it a try. "Why don"t you come up to the gallops? Fresh air"ll do you good."
"I went up last year," she replied dismissively.
Phil turned t
