Ten days. Ten f*****g days she’s avoiding me. That’s what I’m thinking while Benny demolishes the face of another unconscious dealer. Ronan, I know, has his eyes on me while he quietly smokes his cigarette. Benny straightens up slightly, breathless, then finally lets go of the poor guy’s t-shirt. The guy’s head falls limply on the concrete floor of the warehouse where we are. I sit on a small yellow container, and I pull on my cigarette before wincing with pain.
Your fingers weren’t damaged enough, eh, you had to add a little extra layer?
In the absence of Jo and Erik, away on a delivery job, I had to deal with eight guys who had no reason to be nice. I didn’t either, by the way. My eyes automatically move towards their bodies lying on the ground and I smile, it didn’t take much. They’re
