‘What the f**k, Benny,’ Frankie screamed down the phone. ‘I told you to get rid of that car, I meant take it to a scrap yard and break the fucker up, not make it headline news in every f*****g newspaper in the country.’
.‘Frankie, Frankie,’ Benny wheedled, ‘What else could they do? I mean, that car were red hot, everybody in town knew about the shooting and that little girl. Every copper for 50 miles would be out looking for that car as a top priority. No way could my lads have driven that f*****g car into town and down to the scrapyard. If they’d been stopped, they’d have been done as accessories to murder, be reasonable Frankie.’
‘Reasonable’ s not a word in my vocabulary,’ Frankie snapped harshly. ‘You let me down, Benny, big time.’
‘Look Frankie, They done what they thought best,
