‘Couldn’t have put it better myself.’
James placed a briefcase atop the desk; ‘you did well my friend.’
‘Thank you.’ Barnet placed his hand on the case that had been put before him and tapped it appreciably.
‘We need to step it up though. I want something spectacular. Something epic.’
‘It’ll cost!’
‘You know cost is not an issue. I want something really big. Something that will make the blood run cold, raise the hackles and instil antagonism and pure bloody hatred.’
James looked Barnet straight in the eye, held his gaze for a moment longer before adding; ‘I want something truly gratuitous,’ he hissed.
*
Cacophony of PercussionFor two whole days and nights the city was filled with a cacophony of percussion. Drums were beaten, pots and pans struck with wooden spatulas or spoons, thos
