Chapter NineTommy Morgan began to think no-one was coming. An hour and a couple of pints since his arrival at the Mole With Two Heads, he still sat alone, beginning to wonder if he had got the right pub or the right day even. There was still some pain from the bruises and swelling on his face, but if he could pull this thing off, the suffering would be worthwhile.
Another ten minutes passed before he spotted the hairy face emerging from behind a door marked PRIVATE – STAFF ONLY. When the Beard beckoned with his right hand, Morgan made a point of stopping to drain his glass before crossing the room to the staff quarters. The door was locked behind him.
It was a small room, consisting of little more than a couple of easy chairs, a small table and a basic, two-bar electric fire. Waiting in
