The grey car suddenly screeched to a halt in front of the van, the passenger door was flung open and a man in a woollen balaclava helmet covering his lower face leapt out, the sawn-off lupara in his hand.
,lupara‘Give us the money, give me the bag’ he shouted at Peter Cushman. ‘Give us the bag!’
Peter shocked to his core, barely able to think, could only say, ‘I can’t Mr. Hiller…’
The gunman shouted again and ran over to Peter and grabbed at the bag, trying to snatch it away. ‘Give us the fuckin’ bag else I’ll shoot,’ angry and frustrated at the stupidity of a man faced with a shotgun who refuses to hand over the money.
‘Mr. Hiller, Mr. Hiller’ Peter repeated, clutching the bag even tighter.
The shouting alerted PC Copper and he pulled out his whistle from his breast pocket, blew it
