‘UP YOUR END. CAREFUL. You nearly dropped it,’ Rafferty warned, as he edged backwards towards the stairs.
‘No, I didn’t,’ Mickey contradicted. ‘Come on,’ he urged. ‘Let’s just get on with it before your copper-colleagues raid the place.’
The cold shiver than ran up Rafferty’s back brought on a spasm. The television began to slip, and he firmed his grasp quickly. ‘Don’t say that, for God’s sake,’ he protested. ‘You’re talking about my worst nightmare. Let’s just get it shifted to your place and I’ll be happy.’
Mickey grinned. ‘Not nearly as happy as me. I’ve wanted a plasma telly for ages. More fool you for turning your nose up.’
‘I’m a copper, Mickey, remember? It’s more than my job’s worth to be caught in possession of stolen goods. Come on. Down the stairs.’ He edged around the top o
