‘Hand it over, Chloe!’ was Sant’s distant instruction.
‘Listen to the wise Inspector, Chloe, and do what he says!’ Tony hollered, getting angrier by the second.
‘He has it!’ she cried, looking tearfully towards her bleeding boyfriend.
‘There’s a good girl, Chloe.’ Tony walked steadily towards the fallen Mosley as the poor man jerked and choked. He bent down and reached into the inside pocket of Mosley’s leather jacket before lifting out the cassette in its transparent case. He kissed it and then stood up with a grin on his face. ‘At last, the fruits of my labour.’ Aiming his weapon in the vague direction of Sant and Holdsworth, he said: ‘By rights I should murder you all. But I’m feeling generous, so instead I’ll just ensure this sad f**k makes no recovery.’
He turned the Glock on Mosl
